Friday 11/03/2006 11:59:00 PM

At the front door. We dallied. With the charms of soft footsteps assigning cause to coincidence. The hug of the door comforting as the moment pressed me into its arms. The tiny moon just over my shoulder tracing his lips. Like paper on the window becomes a portrait of whatever's out there.

At the front door. With the clouds like lipstick on the moon. The wind swelling to taste her every breath. While the small sun upon his shoulder scribbled its questions on my brow.

At the front door. Where we'd left together. A million choices ago.

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