Sunday, June 28, 2009

...three's a crowd.


I remember
being sandwiched
in the attic:

Your cold hands
caressed all of my parts.

There were leaves
falling,
in window-view.

Between moonlight
and dusk,
we played
like lovers.

Your friend
had left us
to love.

3 comments:

Library Vixen said...

thanks for stopping by, because if you hadn't I would not be enjoying you sweetness words today.
love,
Vix

1manview said...

Very romantic post...

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