Time is a pampered goddess...what we left behind is an emptiness, a knock on a door no one answers. We held hands in the park, It was there we learned how to dance and make love by the twists and movement of water over the hardened faith of rock. What did I expect, wild berries, miracles--- a hummingbird to tell us that the sun is trustworthy. What I wanted was in the shadows, secrets you keep inside your heart. I wanted to undress you the way Hemingway wrote, the way a poet can make time stand still. One day you were in your garden reading the New York Times...telling me that the world is a broken shell. We had some wine, I kept busy with Neuton's third law of motion by throwing our bird seed. Music flowed out the window like a message in a bottle from a Creole witch. We lit some candles and had more wine. I kept my distance, you moved closer, your lips....green eyes, your dress, those tiny straps a dark cave that men mistake for shelter. Touching your rattle snake dress I had no choice but to worship your Gods.
Reason for writing:
for a friend
Birth sign: Taurus
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