I used to draw the faces of people
in bars
on napkins
I was thinking of you
our one night together
we talked and laughed into the night
except our tongues
probing exploring
had conversations
coveted secrets
illuminated breath
heated truth
then
I never saw you again
nor did I
even try
to retrace your footsteps...
I can still see your face on that napkin
Posted on January 8, 2009 at 8:00am — 1 Comment
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