crypticsam53
Joined: 06 Apr 2005
Posts: 4
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Ann
Ann
She has a way with words.
Radiant with eloquence,
Even her eyelashes spout sonnets.
Her cheek presses against mine
As she slips her frigid hands
Into my coat pockets
To warm them against my thighs.
I realize how alike we are;
Caught somewhere between women and children.
We can only work
With what's been given to us
By a world that refuses to understand.
The snow,
Which has been threatneing all day,
Finally falls.
Before she pulls away, she plants
A kiss
On my chapped lips.
Soft hands.
Sweet lips.
We are only Virginians,
Donning sweet lips and
Soft hands.
Here is where we hold
Each other
Perfectly.
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