Thursday, September 29, 2011


He sometimes desires the kind of day
that dances with you from dawn
till the sky is smoky with stars.
Or sometimes he just desires
the brown skin of a Snickers bar,
or the feel of a soft new sneaker on his foot,
or the fullness of a Sunday
free of a sense of duty.
Mostly, though, he desires her hands in his,
her whole life leaning into his
as they lie back in this soothing universe

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