in the dim
dark dawning
of an other
wise decent
day the sky
split black
red then blue
and under a
crescent moon
I spoke with
you too soon
about the pass
age of the days
before we went
our separate
ways along that
bridled path and
as a donkey cried
its manic mockery
and I held your
hand firm lest you
fall into the briary
ditch we kissed and
o how we kissed the
sky burst blue and
me and you just knew
our love could never
die no matter how
we tried it could
not be denied
it could never
be defied

01/28/2007

Posted on 01/28/2007
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