the birds are silent,
wholly now. and on this moon-
less night i stand by

this window in the
middle of this room and
wonder where love goes. (and

feeling, of course, is
not forgotten but love) oh,
how it grows cold and

i long to feel your
hands upon my hands; your lips
upon my lips, and

laugh until we are
silent in this room, and feel
your skin on my skin.

10/19/2007

Posted on 03/28/2010
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