WELL, MAYBE
Everything has been degraded, diminished,
made small. My love for you - like some
slick Cialis ad - has four hours on its plan
all the time. Call some mad doctor, quick!
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In the half dark, my heart is holding your
hand, my mind is wrapped around this blanket,
and I am somehow locked between your knees.
How could this be? What happens? Is
Love like this an Earthly thing?
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Let me know the message; has it gotten
through? What shall I do in the
dusky light without you?
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