Thursday, October 28, 2010

Poem #41

When I am sick,
I try not to kiss you.
I give you some space.
I leave you a buffer.
This is a trick,
but there is an issue:
my lips miss your face
in hopes you won't suffer.
2/22/02010

I must have been suffering from a cold when I wrote this one.

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