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Posted: **Tue May 18, 2010 6:16 pm**

I had to spend some time waiting in the car this morning.. it’s an awful dark and rainy sort of day.. rather English seeming (methinks).. I had a pen.. but nothing to write on.. so I tore off the top of a Twinings Tea box.. and commenced writing on its inside.. just a little love poem.. dashed off.. to go with the weather, I guess..

This quiet kiss

It’s stupid, I know,
but I just want your lips.
Still, wouldn’t life feel the same,
even with your kiss?

I’d still awake, and
have to start another day;
I’d still be wondering what I’m doing..
(what happens next?).. (what floundering play?)
.. and running errands.. and little things..
.. or major hopes (in tarot Kings)..

So, I’m stupid, I guess,
as you’re all through me now, and it hurts.. unless..
.. unless I have your kiss..
.. I know delicately
your lips..
.. your sweet face.. your saddest eyes..
.. all close to me now..
.. all whispered, almost..
.. (could that we have.. this
tender time.. this longing undone..
.. this quiet kiss?)..

v i o l e t