7_am jennifer so here I sit after I have kept you up most of the night with my keyboard in my lap, and I'm up at this hour because you have to be and I feel bad to have kept you up 001024 ... tourist When the seasons right and the air is crisp, but not so much to chap the lips in the predawn walking by the river wide tugged by dogs I gaze and stride in the soft light red while you lay in bed I wish that you were here instead beside me in the morning light alas, you're still a dreaming when I return I'll kiss your lips to call you to the waking 001024 what's it to you? who go blather from