under its
old and
weary
limbs
we lie
midst
purple fruit
amber flesh
and stones
of almond
tasting
your heathered
thighs that
fruit delight
rest now
on meadows
green and
watchful
eyes keep
silent night
as
you and I
yet
dream

08/14/2006

Posted on 08/14/2006
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