There’s a time and a place
Where we exist
Just you and me
And this reference of time

There’s a moment
A glimmer of then
The gazing of now

There’s a time and a place
Where we are one
Just you and me
And this embracing thirst

There’s an inquiry of being
As beams are crossed
Two become one

There’s a time and a place
Where we are allowed
Just you and me
And this palpable desire

That is the past.
This is now.
Pearls.

-Mishelle O. Lane
03.13.2009

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