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... Saturday, October 29, 2005

your love was
(it's not for me anymore)
like blackforrest cake

not a usual favourite of mine,
but yours was the best i ever
had

i watched you build it
in front of me, first layer (first time)
promising, dark, possibly
decadent i knew i was asking
for something i couldn't take
something i might never get
accustomed to

never complete without the
second layer, is it?
more cream more cherries
we redid it all the time
peeling off the layers to add on
take away

never quite ready
never quite right
let's wait for it to finally
feel right

finally
feel
right

but
finally

we thought,
'enough'
let's finish this
frosted, dusted, shelved -
perfect

(we made a miscalculation)

the cherries:
while we were waiting
they bled themselves dry.

+ posted by M @ 11:17 PM

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