Vol 1, Num 6 :: 2002.11.22 — 2002.12.05
we were never the
romantic types, and tonight
you fell silently asleep
before the movie was
halfway through, me not knowing
til i looked over to see you sighing
deep into the sofa seat, and I
watched you breathe as the blue
light from the tv screen seeped
across the walls.
the wine was strong, it
hit you hard, your glass still sitting
on the table unemptied, the bottle
on the floor and
it is raining outside, the house is quiet
I drink your glass, then the rest of mine
and listen to the rain,
watch as
darkness settles close and
near as the tv's blue light fades;
I listen
to your soft exhales, lean in
close to kiss you lightly and then
slowly head upstairs,
a weekend in November.
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