Wednesday, June 17, 2009

untitled poem

I fall in love nearly everyday
with each passing flower
when the sun hits it just right
and you sweetness
stop me dead in my tracks
sweet soft curves and tender nectar
how the birds and bees must love to set their eyes on you
as their tongues
i fall in love nearly everyday
forever spring in a mine of such wonderment
If i had the mind to pick you
We'd dance all the way home.

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