Tuesday, January 12, 2010

summertime by the river

Grieving by starlight,
with the moon reflected in her eyes,
sings her favorite melody.

her secret identities
erotic salutations
written on thank you cards

I can see her amongst the sunflowers
beside a river that doesn't move

Hot rush of blood.
She thinks of me every afternoon.
Moments shrouded in secrecy.

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