Good Times In Athens


Imaginings of winter, crystals falling on your freckles brought

Us to breathless evenings. Still and silent for a second as we

Lifted our heads to the sky, what a familiar motion. When you

Bend down to my grin and all that friction feels like satin.

The world entertains your laughter, as you reach into the

Cookie jar once more- I trap it within my heart, trying my

Hardest to hold it at a distance and circle logic in a waltz.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To Rich 9/23/2008

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