So, there were stars
at one time,
images in
the mind of whirling
spaces
cocentric circles around
an ever
darkening
line of trees...

laying in a field
where my hands could
covet,
hands could move over
you in
fire-fly time,
easier than
in the city
where the smell
of smoke
and wine can clog the
veins

I have a memory and
it remains,
lodged,
of when I told you how
I wanted
you in
the deep
vastness of the world,
you and me
with
our hands on the arteries
of the universe,
making love
in the
great-blue
with the dirt
and the air
and all the
insects
and plantlife
moving on
and
on
and on
and on....

02/16/2002

Posted on 02/16/2002
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