July 06, 2003

she falls on me

she falls on me
as one might
in the evening hours
when the air is cold
and my body warm
n attracting to those things
that are above it
she stands
inside
the door of our bed
room wondering
how it is
that i am able to
love one another
and her all
in the same bed
to her
my heart should not wonder
my eye,
though it drifts,
should find it's way to
her. back n the folds
and nestle down
the feelings that lie
waking in me, but
i am a lover of all things
and she is a love
that will simply be

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