Cloud
By jrk
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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A cloud cannot think.
Her voice resonates a
moment when I fell as a child
Her face generates
a sensation that maybe
I am exactly a bookmark
This is a woman with legs
that hum a witty refrain
While a kiss from her lips
trickles like lava
Through a school.
I cannot be a cloud.
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