if time
is a dribble-line
of paint
on the floor–
the kind
that kids
create
from the easel
walking
to the sink
–when you kissed me
the blotches
were bigger
and crimson bright
December 30th
when you kissed me
For G. Guenther
December 30th
For G. Guenther
if time
is a dribble-line
of paint
on the floor–
the kind
that kids
create
from the easel
walking
to the sink
–when you kissed me
the blotches
were bigger
and crimson bright
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