By kevin urenda
Date: 25 April 2000
trite or true
sometimes when I talk to you
it is like magnetic poetry
in my mouth
what comes out jumbled
sometimes even trite only
grasps desperately at the truth
of loving you
and the six pack of kisses
behind this refrigerator door
are anything but chilled
So if I could turn my words
into kisses
you would just know
nothing common or trite
or base at all
just love
for you
4/19/00
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