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august thirtieth
by Ava Bluthere's magic in the air,
magic inside our palms
as we hit the light just well enough
to wash our sins clean;
this moonlight,
this air
sparkles as we see each other for the first time. 08/31/2009 Posted on 08/31/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/31/09 at 09:09 PM Only you could get me to appreciate the word "sparkle", a word I normally don't care for in any kind of written work. A subtle, flawless note on passion that's told with warmth, breathtaking imagery and a pretty damn good sense of intimacy. Magic indeed. |
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