Monday, May 23, 2011

jane.


...does she stand there, so close
And change to my silhouette
Like a ghost, (you let)
Do you ever ache with her cheek to yours
As I spill through her pores
And you smile a smile that she doesn’t know
And can not see
A happiness held by me...

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photo and poem copyrighted by me

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