i dreamt a lover
we met in greece
but were grown in the same orchard
fingers entwined
i admired the shadow of your ebony curls
sunshine painted us golden
you loved me, so you photographed me
i was then awakened
lover, visit me again tonight
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrycontrary to a deluge, these are tender thoughts relished for their sweetness & conciseness 2020 © rosy
