Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves--
Henry David Thoreau

Sunday, April 22, 2012

enjambment love

shut my eyes
to awaken
the new sun
makes hills
blue raw clay
we lay in dewy pasture
open skies
kiss
your lids
soft pansy petals
heart
clutched downy chest 
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