A poem written each day upon waking. It's mostly unedited. I think that's the point. Promise not to laugh, or let me give up, and please, wish me luck.
Friday, January 7, 2011
1/6/11
I found my lover, impatient,
on the other side of the sun.
Between a vapor and a liquid -
we felt an affinity,
a holy trinity,
like we could be
either one.
With us standing this close,
the day will never be done.
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