Reach out your hand, love.
Can you feel the earth between us?
I am beneath you, above you, just off to the side.
I have memorized the trail to your soul.
I could find it in the pitch black dark of night.
And home, she has found her place
in that small narrow space that lives just left of nowhere.

07/27/2004

Posted on 07/28/2004
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