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Brian and Chris are lounging on my floor and bed respectively, whispering "salamander" to each other in (what are supposed to be) husky, sexy voices.

Sanguine

From your lips spill words
that are burnished gold
(mine are only tarnished silver)
Dappled sunlight and dancing shadows
warm pavements and norwest wind
fingers linked through mine
you coax a shy sweetness from
beneath
my cynical facade

I crave knowledge
yearn for the simplicity of your easy attitude
the world rushes past in a never ending flow
you blink languidly, watching
and smile for me alone.
Tender,
devil-may-care,
you drain yourself for me
give all you can
but walk away without looking back