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love's seasons
by Philippa JaneYour love enveloped me, irrational as
a thunder storm, and I watched the
seasons shift around my awkward limbs,
fragile like weathered branches. Every
winter they would speak of the letters
of my name, rumored seeds already planted
upon your tongue, poised to take root.
Yet my love became your best-kept secret,
a skeletal memory against spring's promise.
08/26/2004 Posted on 08/26/2004
Copyright © 2024 Philippa Jane
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