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Dec 2012
I want to be sitting on a couch
In a wooden house
Wrapped up in a wool blanket
Watching you as you get up
Feeling the shift of the weight
Watch your pale heels walk
Against the hard wood floor
Your muddled reflection
Shines on the scratches
You disappear behind
The red kitchen walls
And the bangs & noises
That you make,
Make me close my eyes
The aroma of coffee fills the air
And it's winter here
I open my eyes again
I can see a doe in our back yard
Licking the salt stone on the porch
I'm glad we live near the forrest
I'm glad we moved away from the city
You are able to write your songs, now
I close my eyes again
Lean my head back against the cold leather
Breathe in the crisp air
This is a world I share with another
It's ours
Then I hear your footsteps
And your lips are on mine
You are fragrant & cool
You taste like you just licked the spoon
That you stir into your coffee
Which you always do
I'm glad that I know you
And that you know me too
© Amara Pendergraft 2012
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
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