Thursday, April 15, 2010

SHADOW

Let's play in the sand
near the empty swings
where cigarettes turn to ash
and the ladybugs peer through open clouds
Let the wind seep in its trance
to slide up your lap
upon fingers of antique rings
and gaze at the sun that sparkles dead grass
I long for your body
in the bright of open sky
Let me out of this looking glass.

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