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[aid] => mick
[title] => Memories of you
[time] => 2004-07-10 04:26:47
[hometext] => Written for lost love...Starts out with inside joke about
[bodytext] => How do Love Thee? Let me count the ways... Ooonnneee... Twoooooo... Better yet, Let's go a different route... I love Cherry Kool Aid in a plastic cup... I love the smell of your coffee as soon as I get up... Giggles and hugs Your face while you're sleeping... These are all visions worthy of keeping. The sun on your face the wind in your hair The look in your eyes that tells me you care... Spotting your car back from my trip... Holding you tightly Kissing your lips... Shuffling your feet as you walk on the deck... The curve of your shoulder as it joins with your neck... T-shirts and jeans And Scooby Doo shorts Laughs that overcame you and turned into snorts... Cooking together, creating a banquet... Snoodling up close under the blanket... To the top of Mt Erie in a car with no top A mattress on the floor on which we would flop... Trips to the Rez to buy us a carton... A scene in a movie based around fartin'... Bacon and eggs and special made biscuits Your crinkly blue pants with holes in the pockets... Walking the floor swatting at flies... Getting lost in the beauty deep in your eyes... Hair in the sink, Hair in the shower Perched on your ear a tiny pink flower... Bread wrapped in foil flavored with garlic... Shivers from your touch that were no less than seismic... Rides in the boat sneaking up on an otter... A ziplock container full of peach cobbler... Cigarettes rolled from a plastic machine... The smell of your skin so fresh and so clean... Playing word games with a screename of "Gern" Being interested in my hobby, trying to learn... Feeling the contours from your waist to your hips... "Stealing my warm" My heart turning flips... These are the things that run through my memory... Some things are sweet and others more steamy... The things that I saw and the things that I felt... I don't think you knew you made me just melt... You owned my heart to do as you pleased If only your doubts I had managed to ease... You felt hopeless, hurt and confused... Your trust and your emotions I chose to abuse... I pay the price, I walk here alone... In a house a mere shadow of what once was a home... I love you, I miss you These things you know... These words are all that I have and them, unto you, I do bestow [comments] => 2 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 22 [informant] => ka4ist [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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