I want to tell you a story
of late night glory,
and dew,
and me
and you.
It was an experience
wonderful and strange!
I did it more than once:
Returning again
to where you’d lain.
I could scarcely contain
my curiousity
to see if I could tell
where the fruits of our amourosity
fell.
And, once I did,
could not contain, again,
myself, and on I sped;
would not refrain,
but exploded in memoric,
meteoric
delight!
By myself,
in my room,
where you’d lain
at night.
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March 27, 2009 at 10:03 am
My toothbrush rests her head against yours/
until I pluck it out of the holder/
2 brush alone./
minutes later/
they are entwined until morning/
while I head 2 bed/
alone with memories of u