Thursday, April 22, 2010

The One Where I Wouldn't Mind Being Crowded On A Velvet Cushion With You.

Dear Lover,

Will you promise to sneak a midnight swim in with me at Walden Pond?
And let me quote Thoreau as the water laps against our skin?
And then let me cry?
Because I'll want to.
Because he, like you, came around just in time.


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