Wednesday, February 08, 2006

before melt-down
I loved you as
sky earth as

on the second
day separable
discharging, hands

grown used
to mud met
seasons and

lifted time to
weeks, sleep. Years
felt past as

if all svelte
yearnings decramped

if no for
anything more
than that. I love

you now. Wish
for a turnback, a
first day unmooted

round, without
round, without

AnnMarie - we want this one for the next Goodnight Show - you know how to get it to me....Thank you. Didi
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