Carolina Skies
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Perch
she was a perch
of swallowed moonlight
gentle burn of pale
against illusion
rewind of never was
startled truth
no longer desired
meanwhile...
he cut out valentines
to fill his pockets
made of love that
remain untold
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