Monday, March 22, 2010

Rain

It's raining but
I can
see

the
sun shine
upon your delicate

hands.  My pointy
fingers grasp
too

tighly.
There is
sagebrush to take.

An alarm sounds
just in
time;

calling
you to
snuggle up against

my back- keep
my soul
warm.

Don't
let me
forget the champagne.

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