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Feb 23, 2007 21:21

How do you know me?
As a soft kiss on the lips
Or a sharp kick?
What about the smooth line
You drew under the answer
the rain that fell hard
on the car
As the soft sheets in bed
Or the body lying there?
As a fool? Or a friend?
Am I just the end?
Do you know me as
the start of a sentence
or the pause for breath?
What about the whole book?
I wish you knew me
As a wordless song
to lift your heart
and ease you to deep sleep
Or a new door
to a new fresh room
with sunlight flooding in
But whatever you think
I hope you know
I am the kiss, the line
rain, sheets, song, and door
I am not the book
And I like it that way.
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