Between the lines, all I say

22Apr08

I wish the seconds would linger
keeping the rest waiting;
I hope the coming would go,
rewinding the play,
making it possible so.
You wish you were I,
making full fill
and the sun sin;
I wish I was you,
lusting the list,
gunning the gin.
We can’t be singular,
except in terms of grammar,
on the pages etched,
just as us comes
between I and you.
The lovely Bess still [...]

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