By Shadygirl fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 18 December 2000
Cliche
You forced your way into my day
with fat gentle words
placed on my doormat, like a bouquet of flowers from a
secret admirer hiding behind a picket fence
and I held your words at arm's length
trying
to ignore the warmth that washed over me in
the presence of their genuine frangrance
and then we were cradled together, by cold concrete
and witnessed by the eternal
winking blinking eyes of night
and the ocean and the moon and the presence of autumn on the shore
created a cliche scenario as if Danielle Steele was
quietly narrating what she wanted for me,
the tragic heroine,
and then it was all gone when you plunged into the immediate future
with the bravery of a first kiss.
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