she's very kissable.
i can see that from
here.
a pastry
with icing,
sitting on a shelf
behind the window.
i've been out all
night in the cold.
i stand
and stare
at my watch waiting
for the sign
to say open.
for the lights to go on
for the baker to say
come in.
come in come in where
it's warm.
tell me what you want,
why you've waited so long.

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