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Jan 29, 2007 14:51

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Over the foam of my latte
I look across the table at you,
the collar of your wool coat
framing your chin, which is
Darkened by a shadow unshaven.
Almond eyes look out
through thick black frames -
At me.
White shows
through parted lips
when you, with honest words, ask the question,
May I have
you?

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Keep dreaming and I find him.
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