Sitting on the edge of many burdens
eating procuitto from a stick
sucking down passion like it might disappear into the night
somehow life can feel like a cloud
when food is present
feels like warm and home
and cinnamon sticks in apple cider
on a cold winter's night
at times like this
it is hard to think about tomorrow

06/09/2002

Posted on 06/09/2002
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