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April 26, 2005

To A Capricorn

I stroke fingers through
Your hair
And for the first time
I hesitate to hold
Firm fisted,
But open palmed
Stroke your soul -
Your warm, soft body
Personifies the pillow
I used to hold.
How can you not feel comfortable?
I feel
I've slept with you since childhood.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 10:49 PM