Sunday, July 1, 2012

The Key Still Fits

Tonight, we are cats who sprint toward closing doors
We are lovers-past wrapping, clawing, grasping
seeking heat and making warmth
Without water stains or who-spoons-who
We find our mismatched edges worn.

1 comment:

  1. I left my heart in a vase/water is all it needs now/as it no longer/gets to see your face.