I touch your shadow behind the ears and smell your touch on my eyes and still I don't love
the river curves along the earthen bowl , shimmers and laughs but doesnot touch and still I don't love
The night is smooth like froth on the rim of your lips like life that hovers at the edge and still I don't love
don't ever laugh away my words that drop inside me slowly along the inners touching me all over
It rains all the time all the time and I write with my pink lipstick on the window pane still I do not love
for love is a lonely thing like a hawk flying solo in the open sky
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