A timid talk, a lovers walk
To barely secret places
Muffled sounds and falling down
Among the earth and branches
Fog stained glass, frenzied grasps
Merging us together
Glistening skin burns within
Increasing bliss and fervor
Tears and songs and holding on
Uncertain of our paths
Love we held, love we felt
Unspoken unconfessed
until next time.....
be kind,
me
Friday, August 28, 2009
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