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Wearing freckles and a grin that's reckless,
She hides baby-blues under the greensheet.
While she is buy princessing
i am carelessly caressing
Underneath
deep sleep.

Too fast in finishing and talking,
in the end she is wishing that she did
The sooner walking;
But those are
Actions regretted
Promises to selves forgetted
Words unheard in the rush of wind
Whispers along the lines of far-fetching
And in a wrongish kind of place
Bar-fly-catching...

Be here,
In this place where children play in the streets
In this place where posers play their anger loud
It seems,
The only heaven to be found
Three stories over ground
Is to count the freckles on her face
In this rightish sort of place.

Daring greatly
We make our plans
Building on stones
In an ocean of sands
We three together
In the midst of alones;
Erring lightly
We take our pains
To roll up our windows
When it rains, and drive
Our cars,
Steering by only the bravest of stars;
Sharing lately
More love than life,
As it should be
When the time is right
Night yields to another day,
Reminds me of something my brother might say...

Underneath greensheets,
i wonder at my sleep:
Deep and distant
Disturbed and pleasant.
Like the inner circle of a massive hell
surrounded by a Christmas wreath.

I have this weird feeling that we just may win,
i dress up my hope and wear it well:
i am none the worse for being cursed
And almost better for being blessed;
While she wears her freckles and a grin.

6.23.2002