Saturday, 7 May 2011

how I love life

we walked down concrete paths
he held my hand, he whispered "I love you"
the church was built in 1847
the nose rings from Uzbekistan larger than life
coffee a drug for all of the masses
and the service for tacos slow
drank Fruitopia and vodka
wandered home and lay side by side
cried tears of happiness and fear
felt alive



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