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Last night
I felt your breath on my neck.
I put on my clothes and shoes;
left a note
taped to the door.
I left you.
At home the sun
was being filtered through the linen curtain
of my bedroom window.
Unbuttoned, unzipped, unclothed
I sank into my bed.
I smelled of you
and of too much to drink
--Written June 26, 2004
2 comments:
i like it except the last line cause its as if u undue the meaning of everything before it like oh well that was the alcohol talkin
lol... that's a very funny response to this poem... lol... love it!
Thanks!
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