<~>22 Apr 2004

well done.

little things here and there to be enjoyed:

half-empty glass,

the broken record ( and the hiss
and catch and hiss of your breathing like an old song),

to shake you awake, call it quits,

So I kiss
your damp hair thinking you'll wake late from this
dead sleep, and maybe tell me what it was
about me I ought to have noticed all along.