an accidently whisper of "Goodnight"
between soft folds of skin n' neck
unmistaken, yet mistaken,
with a little heart that beat
too hard through the wee hours of morn.

and maybe i think too much
and maybe words play too hard
within little girl mind and little girl heart.


and within a strange, but awaited embrace, i slept like a child in a sweet
mother's arms.


-reminder to self: need to back up memories on disk.

-reminder to all: a lasting impression such as his leaves a thousand words upon my
tongue.

05/25/2002

Posted on 05/25/2002
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