“- Are You my girl?”
I ask in the darkness
“- Yes,” You
promise to my heart, banging in its cage
“- I am your girl,
and I always have been . . .”
I shrug to your
statement in
my confident way,
thinking you do
not see my wide and
crooked
grin here in our
darkness
I do not see you see
it shine
on the ceiling far in
front of my face
Your own smile smiles
onto my chest
as you say to the
saker
- Good girl . . .
Good girl . . .
27 August 2012
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