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Monday, October 20, 2003

Monthsary



For M.



What I would give

For the kiss to be new again,

That same trembling that colored

That night, that bed—

Would fade as the yellow roses

You gave three nights later did.

Today, we speak volumes of

Tomorrows but always, now,

With the knowing smiles that we

Live only for moments, these stubborn

Minutes of utter conviction in an us,

—and love, that dainty,

dreadful thing, is nothing

More than you and I, trapped

In a shell, praising naked skin,

But knowing nothing more

Except this denial of days and nights

So slow they become old, and nothing.

[0] This is Where You Bite the Sandwich




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