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By briana kassia Date: 2006 Apr 09 Comment on this Work [[2006.04.09.19.52.12810]] |
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Home at last Arms full of narcissi A dozen stolen flowers Sun golden in the night's dark Your voice Lingering in the night's quiet, Possessing the room You waited up, (You shouldn't have But I am glad you did) "Welcome home baby" (Glad to be here) And inconsequentialities Are soon out of the way Making room for the important The real The right "I love you" (I love you) And then soon to bed It has been a long day, and I am not well But you don't fear to show me what you need now Your passion is explosive, You can't wait to take me Make me yours again Fevered, brittle No slow progression but a sunburst Solar flare in your arms (God how we fit) What you need is what I need to give I'm still not well, but I don't care I have all weekend to get better And I am so glad I called in sick This morning |