you make me want to lick the stars
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
These cookies baked
with ashen remains
A fact displayed at the end of the day
when chocolate drips
from your
fingertips and I smile
a wan smile
and crawl into bed
tired &
resigned.
I love you baby, and
I love you the best I know how.
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