Monday, June 2, 2008

A Scene From Our Notebook


I have come to accept that I will never have you
like a cup of everyday morning coffee.
What I do have I shove deep down
into the depths of me.
On occasions I read your letters
I imagined you touching me
as I lay crumbling your paper and ink strokes
making fists out of loving frustrations
pressing the ball of paper between my legs
As this hard paper crease
replacing the lasting feel of you
is the closest I will ever get to having you

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