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.
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  1. @Poams1July 6, 2012 at 3:40 PM

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

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