Saturday, August 25, 2012

a phone, morning dew and you

it is like mid-morning
on a quiet street
when we speak
feeling the heft
of hearts hanging in our voices
minutes become molasses
and our laughs
rush through like speeding cars
on their way to
anywhere but loneliness
the pauses
letting the promise
of your arms being home
gleam like the pavement
still in love with the last drops
of morning dew

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