Frederick Kesner Poems

think of me, of us, some time
bandying of thoughts will do
let them sidle up close to you
just as we did not so long ago
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Three years, three months and three days
Perhaps it's a random amount of time
But in three hours this flight will take off
Gotta take three minutes to freshen up
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frost laced teeth of cracked leather
course through bare back thighs
frigid sheen of yellowed ivory
caress tentative fingertips
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