Assignment 2- epistolary
To You-
as you cling to me,
soft lips and close everywhere,
and as you run from me
the rhythm as your feet beat away through
the night-
(I can taste the wind) :
We spread intoxication,
We unfold delight,
defogging those moments
when thick summer mist rests fine raindrops
on our skin.
We listen to night music,
and deeply the trees breathe-
the grass swaying swiftly,
live from the sustenance of our secrets.
Wait- your soft feet run away,
while beneath tender air
soft daylight eclipses the eager night.
Pray your back before I'm sure again its day.
7.11.06
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