Tonight, we are cats who sprint toward closing doors
We are lovers-past wrapping, clawing, graspingseeking heat and making warmth
Without water stains or who-spoons-who
We find our mismatched edges worn.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
The Key Still Fits
seeking heat and making warmth
Without water stains or who-spoons-who
We find our mismatched edges worn.
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