Tuesday, January 14, 2003

A poem, by Michael Sherrillo

In a room, now dark, sits two unpacked cases.
Two pairs of sandles are kicked off by the door.
Two candles burn by a bottle of a Champaigne,
As two sets of footprints lead to the shore.
And under the stars, in the tropical waves,
Two bodies, and two hearts, are one in the same.

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