Tuesday, August 31, 2010

We lay and we laid well.
We laid with legs lazy of farewells.
Kissed and hugged the sun and toes;
How our toes and dripping noses
Dropped atop the tussis of our hearts.
Over tea and shared toast.
Over coffee with cigarette smoke.
Of littered steps atop a litterless floor,
Her ankles like wine anklets I adore;
Toes to toe, salient and infallible,
With a beat to beat as beats meet
With the plucking of each plume
How ever could I have said ever better never a goodbye?

-G.

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