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Prelude to the Next...?

by Anastasia Shows

You say that I smell nice,
make a joke about how you probably don't,
I lean in: top notes-pizza and cigarette smoke.
but the longer I linger
I can smell you
your essence
and
i don't want to let go.

We watch a slasher on the TV,
I wince in all the right parts,
you're a little closer to me.
Then
your cloud-like cat changes the channel.

But alas, it does not matter,
I saw that film in theaters years ago.
And when it's time for me to leave-
We embrace and i look upon your face...
We part slightly- a split second could be a kiss-
but i just poke your nose and grin.
There will be moments like this again.

11/21/2012

Posted on 12/04/2012
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