it starts
with a glance
then a question
(words spoken too fast
the mouth stumbles on intent)
what's your name, where you from?
and the tentative decision to touch
fingertips that graze and lips that brush
all to stumble out together, tumble in together
one big bed in a dark, chilly room is all you earned
Saturday, September 10, 2011
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