werbs
White Pear Tea with the tiniest bit of honey even my cup is pleased to serve it crush a leaf of mint and allow it to float I wander so drifting in thought to so and so Oh me! no words from his mouth touched my ear recently no words at all thoughts touching my mind but his? or mine, reaching, wishing filling in that very large void my own breast rises with the image lungs filling for a long soft sigh why oh why, one wonders, harbor a ghost? the tiniest bit of honey on the tip of my finger I licked it off easy with the tip of my tongue the sigh, long and slow, carried the thoughts away
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dreamsinger) wrote,
remeniscent
