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A Quatre Mains August 14, 2009

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[written July 14, 2009]

Dryer sheets
and sunshine
never thought
you’d be mine
to pull in close
who missed who
the most?
stand back folks
and don’t look him
in the eye
you’ll never wanna say
goodbye to
the man with
more charm in
two hands,
two magical hands,
than most possess
in full
breaking the
rules
without mercy
devour
fingertip to collarbone
satisfying,
no denying,
the hunger

And it hasn’t quite
hit me yet,
though I have
fallen face first,
the magnitude of
fate shifting
shaking and quaking
in my favor
savor this once
in a lifetime chance
savor
the taste of
sweet nothings
gracing this
noteworthy moment, so
real
me in

With you
even the highway
sounds like music
and the light
dances
ever so lightly
on your eyelashes
as you gaze back
in time
I’m afraid to blink
terrified of what
might pass in
a heartbeat
a single, eager
heartbeat

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1. Michael - August 15, 2009

“With you / even the highway / sounds like music”

you are amazing.


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