thoughts on dusk March 27, 2006
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i wish that you were here.
the weather
you would like. chilly with a dash of sun,
but step inside
and
my bed stretches before me
like a january beach.
the void
where i sometimes imagine dancing
our bodies
grows by night. rustic, the first strums of, guitar
would put us to sleep
without dreams
because we are in want of nothing.
save the desire to continue in this simple way
(with moonlight spilling through the window)
