Tuesday, February 04, 2014

no one escapes
from the hands of love
beautiful soft fingers
caressing your hair
your body
your pelvis
your legs and toes

no one escapes from the
whispers of love
telling you about a tryst
a garden
a grassy field
the softest of green
the freshness of air
under the moon
your hand
above her hands
your fingers entwine
to her fingers
in perfect
fit.

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