When all I can recall
is the tingle on my tongue,
when all I can remember
is the instinct of the young.
When the only memory
is the subtle scent of you.
When a taste of out of time
is my only useful clue,
I will know I wobbled
but will have spoken true.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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