Open Poetry #47 |
along ocean drive |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Her fingers became like crosses of the belt where the yellow of her shirt began to run down oceans drive Each finger under his shirt like she was counting time towards another canvass Where the eyes of her grandmother could see her dancing, again Those long strides along Oceans Dr. with the park at the offset the running mill against the suns horizon Her legs all along the right fields of where he use to call home With his hand on her heart and the moon like a small child's heart They ran Ran like the the wolves to forgive the night |
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