nuits blanches

February 7, 2007

i am thinking
to when
we were so much
younger, we were
so good
at playing grown-up
used to walk
we smiled and held our hands,
we were uncomfortably
sweaty when and where
we touched.
sometimes i feel like
a child again,
or maybe an old lady with
on her straw hat.
i see old couples helping
each other
i want that to be me

so much sometimes
i think of you when it’s not you that
i’m kissing,
(never not was you?)
lying across old couches,
laughing into snowbanks

lips that twist
and burn

still waiting for a chance


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