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Oct 2015
only I know


when I email you
tidbits of life,
that I need only
address you as b,
for in a nano second,
my tablet will acknowledge
that I am addrssing
in secret code mine own, my
b-loved

only I know


how she stirs and sleepy stretches
over eternal minutes,
and awoken final,
says,
show, email me your early morning
scrabbled scribbles

I blush and reply

it is too early yet
this new born morn
to make you weep



~~~
7:05 am
NYC
7:29 am
October 23, 2015
nyc
Poetoftheway
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