Last Morning in Florida
I
You draw water from my cistern;
I draw water from your well.
Together, we quench our love's insatiable thirst.
II
From eight to ten,
Before waking from waking,
We share each other's vulnerabilities,
Vulnerabilities we've disclosed to no one,
Except in our naked renascences,
And then, only to our most discreet dreams,
Hoping that, one Sunday,
We just might find ourselves,
From eight to ten,
Before waking from waking,
Sharing each other's vulnerabilities.
III
Our naked embrace
Is such a safe place.
12/01/10 - (1)
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