don't know you
but that is because of
the ever-evolving mystery
that is you
sitting here
quarter to midnight
had a hard day
but that doesn't seem to matter
right now my thoughts
pirouette with our future
remembering how my senses captured you
if only for an instant
so spinning a tapestry of
all the beauty of you
it's midnight
a new morning
the memory of my senses
still fresh
with the interlacing weave
of you
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-02-16 00:57:02
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