The house is quiet as you enter, so much quieter than last year when it was filled…
I remember before I was born, someone asked me something somewhere.
Full moon darkness,short cotton skirt,wool tasty cherry,black amber coat and jeans,our paths cross in the lit square.
I am like your lover,Except you don’t think of me that way.Lip to lip, the way we kiss,So sweet and soft as you take a sip,But only…