6.24.2011

untitled poem

I keep forgetting,
I stay forgetful
of the storm that shields us
from the sky.
And under that canopy you smile me,
you slyly smile me into a moment.
I'd say more, you know
but the rest
(you know the rest)
the rest is private.
Kept between you and I,
under the storm.

~Jonas Samuelle

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