Saturday, June 18, 2011

I Know I Promised I'd Never Use Your Name

If I leave the party now,
I think I could leave without regrets.
I think I could hear the door latch closed behind me,
And walk down your cold grey stone steps
In the rain,
To the empty dark street with a smile on my face,
And your smooth and sandy, hot dark taste
On my tongue.

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