Episode I

by Daniel Peterson

You smelled like 100 roses on ice
Waiting next to me tonight—
So perfect in your quips and questioning,
I tremble just to sit beside you
And feel the simplicity and complexity
Of my wants and needs
And games and realities
Too precious to touch but too perfect to pass by.


Posted on 04/24/2003
Copyright © 2023 Daniel Peterson

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