“Untitled 1” With hands cupped I catch the wind moaning your - TopicsExpress



          

“Untitled 1” With hands cupped I catch the wind moaning your name Its hunger/want/desire washes me clean, permitting me to hold fast, to stand erect and thrust promises of now into will be can be should be lovely sweeps of tickling breeze brushing your leaves laughing stems, tricksome interwoven branches creaking hither come to me snaps tire-swing pendulous beats, a rhythm of ringed wood ages forever petrified in this moment this penetrating rock eternity of you of me of us, maybe but I caught the wind, moaning your name. I placed it at your feet when I bowed knee professing my love; for you for you for you for you… ©hollie
Posted on: Sat, 03 Aug 2013 18:06:46 +0000

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