read me please
over and over
spill my ink
on your upturned palms
to take me in
and breathe me deep
read me please
over and over
so you never tire
of the repetition
and you find new beauty
in old words
read me please
so when all my pages are gone
you can whisper my story
between parted lips
on the sweetest breath
and I'll learn myself
the way you've always
known me.
Monday, May 11, 2009
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