| waves upon the moonlit and rockey beach: soft and mysteriously sensual escapades of funky nice guys.
Posted: 7/3/2009 11:48:00 AM | A ghost moans
Wind in the trees
Waves of barley
Flowing up the hill
Towards the lake
Down yonder
Horizons past
Cycles kicking up dust
Lilacs in your hair
Our Names carved into long forgotten and weathered willow
Names soon forgotten
The call of loons so together,
Ducklings and all,
In jealousy the lone wolves haunting howl
In indian summer
Feeding you berries
Dancing with you in the meadow,
Star lit eyes,
The pale moon of your skin,
Traced with my finger
The curve your spine.
On a giant lime stone, rockface
Hearts skipping faster than
This nights tossed
Pebbles
Under aurora borealis. | |
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