dear r,
i want to graph so precisely
the topography of every word that
pours from your sleepy eyes
all the curves, dips, peaks that
form the geography of everything
you were, are, and plan to be
love,
copyright JANEisnotplain 1.22.07
dear r,
behind every friday/saturday nite
there is me waiting for you and
you waiting for me and us waiting
for {sun}day to hurry and take over
so that waiting turns into
seeing, smelling, tasting, feeling
and into wishing {sun}day would
stay longer
love,
copyright JANEisnotplain 1.22.07
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