Open Poetry #47 |
tree of life |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
They held hands until the side of life gave way to a certain smirk that became fluid wine Pouring onto her shoulders as if his hands held a tiny clover With her eyes onto the silver night His eyes towards her small, gentle breasts He held her unlike a man that could see the future but held it to the present Those kind eyes warm until spring came to life For he was hers Holding the street ledge onto their faces as they watched the tide roll their way. |
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