Beneath her dark hair,
her eyes,
soft and caring,
naively,
took away my
fears and held me
and briefly
I was hers.
October 3, 1977
Drifting
Artistically housed are the
remnants of a memory
drifting through my mind,
about an encounter
that allowed me to share
a handful of your beauty.
August 20, 1977
An Encounter
Aimlessly you run in the
rain as it beats against your
frame, leaving you cleansed
exhausted and apart from the
nameless stranger who
encountered your innocence.
August 12, 1977
Entanglements
Kind and sensuous lips
Announce their subtle intent
Reminding me of
Entanglements and love
Never to be shared.
July 11, 1977
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