Poetry

soft lace

day 2 napowrimo 2011

i never asked could i
we just went along
as if we always were

no awkward silences
no need to close a door
as if we always were

and when we began
the hour was late
we touched as if we fit

strangely familiar
the nudge of this other
he did electrify my lucidity

leaving land alluvion
i secured myself to
he who conquered me

and now we are
just as then
as if we always were

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