Mature Thoughts
your single nod
as I touch you in that place --
mature thoughts
my dream is infused with
the smell of white chocolate
I open weak eyes --
the small flame wavers
as you walk slowly
you know I am in your palm
even as the fragrant candle
Jan 25 2012 Charles Henderson
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