By Marshall Hann
Submitted by blessed23
Date: 2006 Dec 13
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An Unfinished Thought

Burn brightly
sink slowly, with a smile
Say your sorry
("make no apologies"
she said in a dream)

I have no answers
my tongue is twisted
in knots
(and yet still
the more I breathe
the more I believe)

You feel like sunshine:
it feels like a kiss on the mouth-
be gentle
in your answer

After the year end
and I wish away december,
and its cold cold breath
will this all culminate
into nothing?