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Spring Love
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The black smoke rises from the pan, you smile and whisper that I will make a good wife. Scrambled eggs with thousand island dressing and oven-baken tortillas from the grocery. You wince and eat the food all the same. I don't mind you not liking breakfast but that's all I have. Please leave soon- your fiancee may wonder at the sudden sweetness of your smile.
Your belly's a beer barrel's paradise- warmth in the cold night. Your skin shines like moonlight and breath- the beat of my heart. I notice a little mole under your armpit and you try to peer with all your might. I laugh. You shimmer among a million scattered dreams and the haze arrives as you hold me in your arms.
I know there will never be another man like you. And you, with a serious look, tell me I am your only Spring- beauty with eyes of a doe and smiles of butterflies. I worry about her but you just hold me in your arms. For now, hush, let the Spring be savored and our woes be gone- two souls in a field of tulips and the smell of cut grass. |
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2007年4月8日 17:24hei