Open Poetry #48 |
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peach tree georgia |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Her small jeans wore themselves onto his shy skin that night Where the olive branches used to touch a soft springs idle banter her shadow bounced against the grasses forum Under the peach tree they sat with her arms around his shoulders like a soft silent stream of a restaurant signs shadow as it stands against the nights gasp. Their legs crossed over one another her right tangled just enough in-between his with the weeds trailing not too far behind not too far from Georgia sweet smell the dirt roads the stews permeating through the air as they sat side by side until the peaches morning rise |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
I can smell the sweet and sweat, a good thing ![]() |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Emma, happy you enjoyed. Hope you're well. Cheers Tomer |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed...James |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, James. Hope you're well. Cheers Tomer |
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