March 2012
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I don’t want that.
Our tangled limbs, sprawling like vines from the sofa to the floor.
The amber flicker in your eyes,
Incandescent when you see me.
Your velvet cadence melting in my ear,
The sweet-nothings I swallow.
The three words -
So soft and so sweet -
Etched in concrete,
Promoting the absolute.
I don’t want that, not at all.
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