A Poem of Sorts
I want a man like that
vulnerable
he cried up there on stage
honest. exposed
I picture making love to him
he’d tremble
we’d fall asleep
facing each other
our foreheads touching
our noses touching
a sweet photograph
of those in love
history
No more like him
Quiet in the shadows
No more digging
to find a heart so small
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1 geoff // Jul 5, 2008 at 11:33 pm
fine poems - great contrast side by side
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