Thursday, February 05, 2009

End of the Dock

I recall
sitting at the end of a dock,
starlight and spider webs,
laying back against the pine boards,
with you.

Far off
an airplane crossed the sky,
I touched your back,
tenderness deep as the night.

You turned.
We touched.
I sat up.
We kissed.

and love
can be
just like that
if we let it be,
you & me.

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