Wednesday, July 23, 2008

innuendo

there is a certain tenderness to friendships, 
that are formed at nighttime
a certain unpretentious truthfulness,
to honest conversations,
that spring out of the need to be no one but yourself,

while the world sleeps,
the nighttime people, dwell on propinquity

because the day light 
is too finite, and way too reticent
to nurture unending thoughts and conversations.

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