Saturday, July 7, 2012

We belong in each other's arms
in open fields of fresh cut grass
and honeysuckle vines sliding
carelessly up the trunk of
our giant oak whose branches
have cradled and nursed our desires,
while we watch clouds cover us
in blankets of sensations, helping
us to remember our first love
and our continued love of life.

June 3, 1984

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