Sit me down on the long, low wall and
let me feel the lamplight find my eyes.
Talk to me, because I love to talk to you.
I love those little words you choose.
Slow me down on the long, cold sidewalk
and make me take a breath so I realize
who we are because of who we are.
You know I laugh because of you.
Lay me down on the damp night grass
and see if eyes or stars are the fairest sight.
Smile at me, because I love to smile at you.
Try to leave, but it's no use.
October 25, 2010
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