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May 10, 2014
I have slipped out for coffee

and back in again.

It is very quiet, but I am ready for

some very quiet this morning

perhaps not mothering darkness.

That would intrude

on the sublime sense of

lifting I get as the sun levers

me gently off the floor.



The morning is slightly off but

I have seen worse and you

are painting your toes

leaving me to

lean over to kiss toes

and get paint

in my beard

leaving me to wonder

about paint on your body

and the secret life of kiss.

Runes in polish shouting,

"Kiss me here."