Kiss me and do not listen
because it is too soon to tell.
Lift my spirits then gently drop me when
I am too heavy for your fingers.
The truth hurts then
sets us free and this would be fine if that was all,
but freedom lingers.
Like something in the back of my mind
and on the tip of your tongue.
Drunk on adrenaline and sweat
we stumble stagger back in time,
back to being young.
Some day when the sun
shines wide on our field of lavender
press your lips hard to mine.
Whispers will fall like white seeds of wishes
on the wind and I will remember.
1.8.2006
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