July 8, 2003

•  Little drama
  A bonny night, I step outside and gaze
  Head up and stare into space
  Where the stars burn quietly with grace
  And think of whatever reason of your face
  But what’s this, suddenly about my feet,
  Rubbing my angles?
  Unusually affectionate
  Startling from his small thunder
  Is love he wants, I wonder?
  His presence somehow makes the night complete.

  
  

  
  

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