under the
milky way
we stray
from room
with candles
lit
my arm
across
your shoulder
left
to pull you
close
to me
our bodies
fold
into the
fold
that
intimacy
itself
proclaims
and as
a gentle
shooting
star
by cygnus
flies
alone
we watch
the sly
enrolling
mist
as shy
as the
meaning
of a kiss
creep by
creep past
creep home

08/28/2006

Posted on 08/28/2006
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