the day creeps wearily on
pretending most mindful deeds
the night hangs warily far
ignoring my simplest needs

mindful i borrow these times
endlessly counting the days
clumsily building these rhymes
born of my gray artless ways

i found in your tender lips
a nervous and jaded youth
yet sense in your eager touch
a boldness invoking truth

to hold you close in my arms
empowers my heart to soar
i long for the slightest kiss
of she whom i do adore


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