would it be any less banal
to talk of love?
"the weather there is cold"
"my heart beats faster"...
should we march against injustice
should we touch together in the night
should we speak of hours passed with television
try embracing? fear regret?
the weather is so cold
and could we talk a while, together?
could we meet, a dalliance,
an hour, a family, life, a decade, two,
could we speak of weather, always,
could we dance, not knowing the steps,
to next door's music?
this longing's like a magazine,
something to read by the fire while the days grow...
if it was more, I've forgotten.
Anything will do.
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