You kissed me. It was sweet and timid.

You've been slowly taking me over for nearly a year, do you know that?	An unfinished kiss leaves a taste that is hard to get rid of	The picture she drew in my notebook	The answer is usually "Fine," whether or not you are fine
In the real world, it is almost always women and not men who are waiting under windows	You, with your timid, half-hearted intimacies	unrequited love	The softest brushes of lips against cheek
To His Coy Mistress	And as he sang the world began to fall apart	With rue my heart is laden	The king of somnambulists demands more and better moons
This silence, it hurts me, just so you know	A kiss is contemplated	you kissed me on that night you can't remember	France, she said
No meagre passion here	Jongleur	I came out here to remember it all	I will permit my memory to recall
etouffee	Cheap brandy makes me love you and vomit	I'm Losing You	March 29, 2003

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