The distance between our two
telephones finally closes,
and I look into your
eyes again at last.
They are that dark splintered
blue of my dreams.
I look at your mouth and
remember its vivid warmth,
its hesitant, questing touch.
You lean forward
I lean forward

      kiss

My heart rises like a balloon.

04/02/2002

Posted on 04/03/2002
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