Thursday, April 22, 2010

Poem left in Booth 5

Just Love Me

Just love me.
Love me as though this skin
had never been touched
by any lips
but yours, love

me as though
to let go my hand from
your hand, the
winds would sail me
from you, love

me until
you leave me
without breath,
without sense,
without direction,
without time.

Love me as though there were
no morning, no night, no tomorrow,
no yesterday, no

now, love me

as though you were the salt
spray of the sea and I were the wet
sand, and you rolled across me
not knowing who I was, but you

lingered, for a time, and said,

here. This
is where I will
lay my weary head."

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