In the house
with suede and polyester
Swimming in reflection

Sitting on the back porch
drinking red wine
telling stories
having a grand time

This night has no consequences
Most amusing is the moonlight
shining in our hair and upon our faces

Our breath turns the fog
to a burning djarum glow
with an amalgam of olfactory hues
cloves and passion as pure as snow

We continue our banter
in late night temporal seclusion
in concentric circles upon circles
our love for life leaves its wake of illusion

01/21/2004

Posted on 01/22/2004
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