Saturday, December 2, 2006


When you say tonight
That we will talk in whispers and gestures,
I realize that I'd forgotten
How I revel in small details.

A slip of the heart
A tick of sincerity

A premeditated glee

We hold hands walking in opposite directions
Passing pea coats and scarves,
knit gloves and bricked heels.

Perhaps we'll stay blind
to the same that we see.

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