My Love

June 30, 2011
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My Love,

The wind from your fists being
sprinkled across my face is
no substitute for your breath,

And that seashell you cupped
to my ears whilst I was dreaming
sang a different song than your whispers,

And the men I’ve loved after
you were no better than
burnt pancakes topped with butter.


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