You sang to me as you held my face in your hands.
While we lay there for more than an hour, and less than a day.
You and I. Naked, unsure, and complicated.
The truth was on the floor with our clothing,
and morals had been left at the door.
At the precise moment I wonderd if you loved me,
when I was hesitating giving you all of myself,
you made it so easy to decide when you told me,

"You are so beautiful in the dark."

03/23/2004

Author's Note: Words are so cruel, it almost seems silly to write them down.

Posted on 03/24/2004
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