laying beneath a plum tree
the grass, soft and wet, and the sheathed sky so high above
we lay there in a Spring dream
the golden sun swallowing us whole
on a forgotten day I whispered secrets into you
and you held me dear against your shoulders
until I wept unto you honest tears -
strung down my face like paling lanterns
and i will never love you more
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
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