my long bending fingers sigh like strung bows
in the wind
when you speak myths to your lover’s remembrance
for we are purples, pinks and dark, dark reds
you glow naked astride me
I blaze like a wild pony’s mane
we are not
remembrances
we are alive, a brilliance
requiring touch
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Sighhh...
Remember, Danny...you told me last night that when you fall in love with a poem you will sometimes only leave a rose behind, without remark? Disregard my "mere" words, I beg of thee...
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No comment, no suggestion... there is nothing but beauty in your words.
~Sonja~
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