they warned me not to buy on the first visit


in your softness,
your warm compartment,
i find the warmth unfound
in decades of wandering.

oh, the first time
you took me in;
that sweet acceptance,
that unspoken trust.

years of selling
to those who never buy
rinsed away by this
solitary kiss.

by howard

May 18th, 2007

Posted in poetry

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