our kisses, fresh
and fugitive
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we wrestled with skeleton trees
snorted lines with Nick Cave
crooned away to Miss Chatelaine:
hold me captive
just a while
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on willow-pattern plates
and pieces of tin foil
I chased the dragon
the wind
and you
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when you left
I found long blonde strands
nestling on the purple sofa
a book of poems
about a tired sky
and a plane
dropping out
of sight
when you left
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dear Kristen
& worth the waiting
Too kind dear Rob (but always good to break the drought!)
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and missed
the strings when they were really pissed
they played what Neville bade
I can almost hear that Kit -those electric dulcimers and the twangs from the missed strings :)
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