Monday, March 10, 2008

Last Night's Story

I observed him in the crowd,
coming towards me,
much more pleasurable to look at than the others.
Who says that true love doesn't exist?

We eat. And then we do other things and
I am left feeling cleaner, by the end,
than I was at the start of the evening;
Perhaps for the first time, in a long time.
Washed clean again, no wonder we said we felt no shame!

How could we?

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