I'm in a romantic mood so I'll repost this one. From December 29, 2009.
"A Good New Thing"
Fools to be so quick certain,
So earnestly bound.
So finally enraptured,
So easily found.
Last time calling out,
“I am unknown.”
Stumbling over, drunken
Barreled passages
Not quite falling down.
Over me, overly.
Afterward, backward set
On course. Back toward north-
Ward bound were we.
Bright eyes half close at half day.
Falling toward each other
Although only hands away.
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