my girl friend plays the hair on my chest
she has a talent I murmur
she whispers it’s just love
we are right
music is a combination of say
hard rigid strings and soft flexible fingers
we disappear into
become one with
we sleep peacefully
in a world being shelled and shattered
hair and fingers…hair and fingers…
later we will argue over the toast
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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