I awoke with a mean love on my cheek
the muslin, lace, the silk patterns
made shades that reached outside to the center of all streets
I drew them toward my chest, rolled up around me,
only in the glee darkness we could see
went by the city alone wishing I had a love
to follow the end of my finger
but the streets were flooded with you already
and I breathed
Saturday, July 11, 2009
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