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Friday, April 13, 2007

Was my crime in saying I love you?

Tiny prickly questions,
Ants beneath my skin,
Tracing you face in the dark,
Wondering where I was in those thoughts,

Your eyes as they light,
Your smile, your laugh,
That mischievous grin,
Casual glances cast my way,

True it felt, deep inside,
Such a moment, brief insubstantial
To take you again, your hands,
Your touch,

Does it matter,
If you desired another,
Wrapping warmth as the sun,
Touched my skin,

Were we wrong because I love you?

Mused by Sukunami Taka around 2:34 AM

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