Remember dear,
when you see a cloud rest a finger
on the brim of our wine-glass moon
and bird-blessed air cuddles
your bare cheek against her naked neck
and you feel the gentle pressure
of your chest deepening
against hers
and your heart becomes like untouched snow,
smile God in the eyes
and, if no one is around, consider dancing.
WE ARE MOVING!
11 years ago
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