3.22.2009

More fridge poetry

I thought that was the night
or is it you too?
often where we have
fought off the sunshine on the floor
suddenly; you must smile the uncharted smile
that your eyes told you to.

I watched the fool
talking the eager language
each word dropped on her body
like a desperate kiss
in that hard airport tongue
some goodbyes, are never meant
to be spoken out loud...

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