Where once we walked hand in hand
tripping on smiles
and falling in love
now we walk steadily.
The romantic has become the routine.

Passion has become too predictible
as desire has moved toward the Doldrums.

Where once love flowered
wild as a spring meadow
now we have this florist shoppe,
now we are arranged, wired in place.
The ambrosial has succumbed to the austere

01/18/2010

Posted on 01/19/2010
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