I miss the way
you nibbled at me
like a corn on the cob
with pro typewriting pace
greedily.
Brings a soft smile
to my hard face
the one so lucky.
Days drawn short
a continous winter
now only my coat warms me
face burried under a frown
reluctantly.
Again this free fall
begin to drown
just one gesture.
In the shower
I still rub that scar
now completely healed
from when we rolled
down that field
we tumbled so far
in each others arms.
Picnic basket fondue
surrounded by crops
and collapsed barns.
The only reminder
I have of you
I cant get rid of it
except to burn over.
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