tossel haired
arms behind your head
the first morning stretch
sheets gently
slipp i n g
from a thigh
and Im watching

the biggest smile on my face...
the performace of you
words
I never thought I could know
in a still
motionless -
few words could ever read
want to unfold
and lay free...
spread across your heat
where all the answers
are easy swoops
and kisses -

Those Fingers traced
unknown
with moonlight -
missing you
even when your near
something brilliant
gone beautiful
Desiring open palms
to whisper

12/31/2002

Posted on 01/01/2003
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