Here, where I first felt 
the wetness 
of my lover's kiss---
slipped into my mouth
like summered fruit,
	I welcomed it.	
	
Here, in the city.
where her winds whip fog
into moaning---
	visions of the bay
	stirred into oblivion.

	Here in this place.

Perhaps, now it is sweeter,
warmer---
as the season 
carves a crease 
	into memory.
 
It does not matter;
the song and scent
are the same.
And the taste remains
strongest in winter, 
here on these streets,
	found clinging to
	my breast.

oh collapse me why don't ya.

Beautiful! Superbo!

another

"we all have wings, but some of us don't know why"

Michael Hutchence (INXS)

Cherilyn~

*sighing* at the sheer beauty of this piece~

*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
- Sufi epigram <))><

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Cherilyn ~
This is still sooooo beautiful~
I'm so thankful that it came 'round for another read~
*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*No matter what I search for ...
let me know when it is LOVE that I find*~ <))><

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