Poems are personal. Until.
pre-dawn silence
painting you with blues
camera behind my eyes
capturing the hues
my common cold constricts, but
my love’s smile is more contagious
dam bursts; feelings flood
damn the usual stages
though anyone can plainly see
the gap between our cities
neither debussy heard your gentleness
nor knew gershwin of your rhapsody
12 November 2002, 10:51
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