Sunday, February 21, 2010

waking in the same skin

The thirst I felt
after a night of sin
to those dusks to dawns
before, after, again.

She and I,
listening to Yardbird Suite.

Trying to understand
what this
coming together,
really means.

Why on this chilly winter night,
did I find she?

she, I?

To end up naked and entwined

sifting through what memories we have left
of pasts we both wish to forget.

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