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A dozen red roses?
Chocolate poisen
and card.
Wait for the knock,
knock, knock;
and “Hello?”
Before setting down the
carried ideas
and the return
in drenching rain,
feeling the
pulse of
the beaten heart.
Revised 12 November 1996, 1 May 2005
Your body glistens
naked
moist
quivering
You move
slow
deliberate
gliding
I see your pale
skin
and know
your path
My own path
careless, brings
gargantuan
foot
crushing down