i still remember
that cool grey Sunday and you
with your grey sweater
and that moment i
walked behind you and embraced
the waist that moved me
your neck, taupe velvet
my lips dared to converse with
it made you nervous
the question still holds
as you tuck yourself in folds
of nightshade and sleep
'what caused you to weep;
my desire's subtle speech
or silence after?'
09.13.10
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