I pretend that your poems and
my poems go
slumming in disguise;
carrying on in dark doorways
of riverfront bars—
tipsy, telling secrets,
spilling out into the sweet-smelling
night,
libertines
more in love
than they were before.
Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 6:16 PM UTC
I pretend that your poems and
my poems go
slumming in disguise;
carrying on in dark doorways
of riverfront bars—
tipsy, telling secrets,
spilling out into the sweet-smelling
night,
libertines
more in love
than they were before.
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