telepathic messages
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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