June 10, 2011

The drops make their music upon us and at our feet

As we clasp together like a marble sculpture hidden in the cool evening

The gentle slope of your hips are a warm and soft summer morning

The wrap of your leg is ivy climbing alabaster

The lilt of your hand along my spine is the lightning in the heavy sky

My arm in the small of your back blends our bodies

The pools of your eyes capture the steel blue of the sky

Your hair bathed in twilight hangs freely as you arch your neck

So that your face can catch my kisses and the rain

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This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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