if we lived in the same city,
i'd be the town drunk on your
smile and dimples, curly hair.

a tangle of care, baby talc
and a sunbeam out your mouth
make me miss you, who i never
have seen, touched or smelled.

a puppy-dog sigh of comfort
releases all worldly worries;
and you look, see through me
and sheep-grin me to health.

all to complete the night,
only to have it start again
on the morrow's morning.

04/27/2008

Posted on 04/27/2008
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