Wednesday, March 9, 2011

some good memories go unreviewed

Sometimes, when the wind blows right in the sky
I'm reminded of the small joys of you
that I quietly clung to, unbeknownst to me--
standing in summer dusk, dark while still
glittering ebulliently.

Soft raindrops calming air's humidity,
leaning against your car
into the unknown, never-spoken-of safety of our arms
while our tongue whisper secrets,
the things we'll never say.

We hold each other
'til dusk becomes night.

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