an image of your face, traced in white sand

in the morning i saw you
staring out the window
and smiling while you let
a cloud of smoke fall
from your lips and you looked
so sweet and real I just
wanted to wrap you up forever
so I could remember that
beautiful creatures like you
do, in fact, exist.
You said we should
walk down the street for coffee
and I put my shoes on and
you put your shoes on
and we walked, hand in hand
down the street and drank coffee
in the cold October air, smiling
for no real reason.

2004-10-22 | 12:34 p.m.
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