sending you those messages

those things inside my head - call it poetry
haven't always been there,...















Saturday, December 3, 2011

this kiss
like a good cup of coffee,
in the cold, outside winter
                                    of my past
treasure such moments
         of
instant beauty
this prison feels safe
if your lips
or hers
in the cold,
red
red
touch
mine.

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