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the winter likes

to wear my pain

I know she does

she walks around

the house

putting it on

turning this way and that

in the mirror of loss

wedging out pretension

suddenly

the door bell chimes

Its YOU!

slipping just beyond

that same mirror's edge

she flies

off comes the pain

as I rush head long

into your open ecstatic arms

feeling you feed my need

with your oh so telling smiles

and hugs

kissing you

I whisper

what pain

now

all there is

is you

with the touch of your lips

kissing my every last

fleeting thought

of pain

so amazingly

away

in your eyes

I emotionally bloom...............................

(Sept. 23, 2008 1212am)