it's my wife, and it's my life

KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
edited February 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I can't feel my legs,
but in such a good way.
My eyes water like a mother.
Such sweet medicine,
I think I'll have another.
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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