Here I am again:
thinking of you
as if I've ever
not thought of you--
IMPOSSIBLE.
Apart is the same
as lips parting aflame,
passions trapped in
God's immaculate contraption--
you.
Here I am again:
still thinking it
impossible
to not have thoughts
of you.
So it goes.
So it shall stay.
And, come to think it,
I quite like it
this way.
©2005-2009 RA
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