The Better Lovers

January 20, 2014
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my new love,
this is what it is:

to hear a velvet voice
against guitar strings plucked
in a cafe-bookstore downtown

with the window a watery
painted night
the streetlamps shimmering
against the puddles

and into this room
i sit stifling a laugh
against my propped
up knees, and you,
against yours with my
sock feet to warm them.

we kiss and your soft voice
slips words into my lips
where I swallow them
into the deep chasm
that is my heart

the one that you finally opened up
and sang me of its qualms
as they spilled,
staining your

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