august 07

your lips stained on my cheeks
woven fingers interlocked
i wear a torn frock
fairyfloss blows through the trees
your eyes a green …as green as fresh cut grass
the trees jealous
of my tangled hair
like roots
your skin golden
the sun rests soflty on your shoulders
ripples in the water you tease with your fingertips
the dead leaves crush beneath our feet
tickling
lift me up———-
spinning like a carousal
the horses are dancing
fall
fall
down
look up
heaven in the skies
love in our eyes.

august 07

Earth Angel

Joined December 2009

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