Friday, July 11, 2014

you imagine

she slips
on the floor and falls
into your
arms.
you kiss her.
she kisses you.
you forget what
time it is.
what day it is.
your name
is questionable
too.
it's not love
exactly,
but something akin
to being
an animal,
but with music
playing, perhaps
Sinatra's
summer wind.

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