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By BlueDenim Date: 2001 Sep 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.01.02.16.10626]] |
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It's getting to be that time again, when The leaves are turning red, The water's getting colder, And the air has a heavy quality That brings me down to you. Your eyes look lazy with lust, Your mouth seems to be searching For an escape route from the fires, Which leads straight to my skin. The moisture in your hands revives Pieces of my torn soul to health, As the utter sincerety I offer you Heals the wounds you won't address by name. When I kissed you there in the park, The Santa Anna winds kicking up around us, Dust and leaves swarming to find another home, Well, it meant more than I let on. But the wind warmed me As you ran back to the safety of The shelter you never let me provide. Winter is coming. I can feel the cold taking over. |