The End of Summer

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

The gesture of your eyes

Midnight in a foreign city
Intoxication blows through the crisp night air
Strange voices shout, beckon, and laugh
Your words blend into the background, meaningless,
but I know the meaning of your touch
And the gesture of your eyes

3-30-00 Copenhagen

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