Sunday, November 16, 2008

poem twenty-three

love doesn't happen to me
i'm such a novice
it's almost embarassing

but i like it

i haven't really had a love before
so new to holding hands
being enveloped in those arms

but i like it

someone so nice to come home to
to make me smile and forget
over a cup of hot chocolate

but i like it

to take care of me
and smell like the sea
well, not really
but he looks great in his speedo

and i love it

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