Journey

June 2, 2008
By Lindsay Weiser, Congers, NY

Slide under my skin.
Slither into my mind and
unwrap my trite soul.

Meet me there, between
the warm dreams and cold despair.
Under the sunrise.

Search with me, my love.
Teach me your secretive trade.
How do you detach?


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