She rises out of the depths of slumber
just long enough to give me a kiss.
She is an angel in the making.
Upon waking she greets me with soft affection
before going down for the third time
into the mucky mire of subtle salty
dreams and half-quenched fire.
And I will remember her as I
trudge through the alternate reality of retail hell.
I will remember how her hair fell
down upon her face and
how she rose from the depths of summer
just long enough to give me a kiss.
12.3.1996
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