How did we come to be here, ask me again?
Quietly, resting with our eyes ajar,
intoxicated by each others skin,
we are but silence wrapped in spell,
he lays words in my mouth, slowly nibbling,
with my face inside his eyes… he asked me again,
to love again at that corner bookstore,
same time, same day, same second,
I say, ask me again, my mirage,
after all when lovers converge,
the sun turns into an ocean.
©Emu Getachew February 2,2010
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