Any thoughts? Its nights like these That I remember you. (Where the cold and rain Press close against window-panes And silver-thin remains cling to Sheets and beings like last weeks has-been fame) And I finally see those whens and hows of you That strike with strong debut. Your eyes, arms, and lanky (lovely) limbs That cling to me Like that cunning something that trims my skin, And contents me, mends me, Drifting softly into sleep. And I remember you.
