little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch and i won't blame you, as I drive along the shorealone as the palms wave, the ugly heavy palms, as the living does not arrive as the dead do notleave, i won'tblame you, insteaad i will remeber the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remeber your small room the feel of you the light in the window your recordds your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again. little dark girl with kind eys you have no knife.the knife is mine and i won't use it yet. Anonymous submission.
Added: 16 Feb 2003 | Last Read: 27 Jan 2021 1:49 AM | Viewed: 16152 times
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