May 23, 2008 08:26
Seconds after the hibernating body
Stirs
The blankets around like
A thick stew,
I spot her.
Spooned against me,
Eyes half cocked, she smiles.
I smile.
Awoke to her, with her
On the tip of my tongue.
It is only the taste of
Her that matters,
Concentrated Frozen Lemonade.
xo Charles
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