she fetched me a new city
we put up bored-umbrellas
drank rains
i gave her small light beacons
we stepped to smiling streets
and felt sleepy:
made a blanket
by our skins
i fetched her a dream
and new coincidences
we passed through
murmur sleeps
she whispered me the secret of her hands
and new touches
Kivanc
February 10, 2010
Washington, DC
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