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Posted by sarahsmiles on July 29th, 2007 filed in UncategorizedNo Apologies, No Regrets
Though you left the table set
I never said I would come to dine
or that your open invitation had been accepted.
No, they were quite clear, my words,
though written in blood and sealed with a kiss,
our love was not to be realized.
Consummated this way, awash in familiar
rituals of domesticity, lazy sunday mornings’
intimate caress. I loved you
where I found you, and cannot love away
from the shark-worsted back alley
where we first kissed, among the garbage
by la sceine,, the late night rave light
spilling upon us as a mantle
of rainbows on a virgin’s bed
run red with love.
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