Too lazy
to take a shower
and face the day,
I sit on the deck
under the tin roof
listening to Vivaldi
and raindrops.
Staring out into the mist,
I imagine your lips,
your eyes, your arms,
your deep, sweet warmth.
Where are you love?
Don't you know
you should be here?
- mce
9/16/2009
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