We sit in a restaurant
a carnival, really,
the circus, Carnegie Hall.
Dressed in our finest silk-
flannel, really,
you a lose tie, a rosebud in my hair.
I ask you what youd like me
to know first about you
and you look into the orange pool of your soda
an ocean, really,
are you drowning?
And I add Id want you to know that
Im not perfect
that Im flawed, really
And you say
after looking up at me

(twin satellites coming home)

Id tell you that I love you.

We sit still smiling
dancing, really,
with the trees so tall
the earth so warm
so safe to tread upon.

11/25/2004

Posted on 11/25/2004
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