Open Poetry #48 |
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oh, what a woman |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She shook her hands against his right index finger where the note of her left pant legs lay across his lap Her shoulders were tiny like the grounds quiet secret of soil that lay beneath it. Her skin, fair tore another eyelash from my eyes to match its subtle ease They watched the night together for the sunrise was often found by the neighbors home beside their lonely rooms and constant fights No, they watched the night by themselves for the way he rubbed her back was like watching a river hold the eagles close to their smooth current It was now or never for ones backyard never waits for the seasons to come and go never will her clothes feel like such a soft cotton that his arms will fall to the ground and smell the patch of dirt that the earth made for him and her to lye in absolute tranquil ease bless her soft skin for souls will never know of what she is oh, what a woman |
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