late summer, hazy moon
the night clings to me
like fresh cut grass on bare legs
fragrant, sweet on my flesh
it clings, soft touches on bare shoulders
like a cool forefinger. this night
traces my backbone. shadows from oak trees
kiss my neck as they move down
tease, tempt thoughts
this night clings and makes me ache
because i am alone, but i remember.
Monday, August 29, 2005
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