To a night
You promised
An echo of your laughter and miles of your brown skin
Your possible touches
And an infinity of your absence
Were all mine
After you left
I feared to think
That you might just have forgotten
There still were breaths
Floating on a nights back
And promises
To be kicked like a football
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
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