(March 30,1987 / Buffalo, New York)

Your Touch

Lighting up the bedroom
In the cold winter night
Is your ocean tide touch
Touching upon my soul
Painting teenage summers
Of careless rebellion
And pristine poetry

...Ah, those were the days love!

When the days were longer
And full of wonderment
When your kisses were plenty
And held their value

The dream is so vivid
I think I'm living it
...Actually, I am!

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