Our View
Bench with a view
Built for two
Rest for weary knees
Nestled among trees
Suite on high
You and I
Holding tight
Wait for night
Sun sinks low
Shadows grow
Night bird sings
Church bell rings
Your hands caress
My hair a mess
Deep kiss quick breath
Little death
posted by Apollo's Mermaid at 11:43 PM
1 Comments:
The beauty in it is the economy of words, yet the specificity of image, sound, smell, and, yes, that. Who wouldn't want that?
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