scent of shucking corn
and she's here, her joy
at stealing a cob from basket
as I knelt on soil, she ran
on heel, how in thunderstorm
she trembled, wanted only
my body's contact, eyes wide
how her breathing heaved.
Friday, August 22, 2008
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2 comments:
Ah, I didn't want to go to bed until I'd read something satisfying. This is it.
I know that feeling.
thanks for saying Rosemary. :)
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