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Saturday, May 18, 2013

New Poem - Forgotten Poem

on the cheaply upholstered hotel couch
the long day reaches it whispering end with us
hand in hand.

My feet
ache; so, I kick off the black, leather extra-wides. 
This is the first time you have seen me
sock footed.

I have
a notion that coolly sharing gross physiology is intimacy. 
So I fight shyness and keep my feet

watch me with a devilish grin as I yank off my socks;
it is time we become more than
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