By twinkle
Date: 2005 Jan 04
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a love poem for no one



on ocassion,
i must admit,
i would too like a clean silver-cloud
bed to lie on.
the white sheets are tied down by constellations and midnight.

i too would have two firm hands be firm around my waist
brown and thick and long with a
day of desire and love.
i would have a face so close to mine i could
smell the listerine and
steak hanging on his tongue.

yes, there are times, when i am
twenty-one and have
twenty one dark lonely nights of
silence and winter.
twenty one longings threading my dreams -
when i wake they are lingering like vines on a castle wall.