Wednesday, November 11, 2009

every time I
grab you and I kiss you
it's not a smooth transition
it's not reminiscent
of some romantic movie
it's only awkward and
I'm always unsure

But as I pull you closer
and push you
against the brick wall
of an anonymous building
on an unnamed street
in the town where
we were both born

your fingers run through my hair
looking for something
maybe for a reason
to forget this sleepless city block
and all the people passing by

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