Wednesday, December 07, 2005

That Night.

the time dies on the porch -
a glowing streetlight flickering
and the shadows dance with us
as we move from the sidewalk
to the wet grass.

this is where we were laid,
and our unsung poems, pour out
grab my hand , and don't let go
because i need you
in all of my moments.

the stars are coming,
will you be mine? every night
the glow envelopes me,
just as i want to hold you,
and forget all other memories.

the pulses match up, and
together laughing for days and days
everything will be perfect,
this night.

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