Thursday, September 19, 2013
Is
this love?
the wind loose
and roses
on a path
filled with
perfume
it stops me
along the lake
where we walk
in Dylan's
moonlight
the night and your
body
in it
the heady scratch
of shadows
saturate
a lone cottage
crescent moons
of lemon
of lemon
bob
in our gin
and
on our tongues
0 comments:
Post a Comment