by Kristie Wilkins

Created on: July 25, 2008

Subtly, he came in and shook me,
This beautiful stranger, without knowing any of my weaknesses.
With little having passed,
Little knowledge gained,
I linger on his escaping memory,
As if it was all a pleasant dream.
Dawn is chasing me swiftly,
And I'm willing myself to stay 'asleep.'
For the morning brings another day of losing,
Forgetting the way he tastes.
Stumble in again, dear beautiful stranger -
Please forgive the pun.

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