The Look
Bubbles rising in the airPopping, as in my depair
For you
My love is distant too,
And so are we.
Raging
As the storm winds blow
Blissfully
And maybe so
Or not
And then we'll
Lay amongst
Ourselves.
Striking me
As one eye
Meets another
Who are we
To deny
Who we are?
8-11-09
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