Sunday, July 5, 2009


You never know
what you'll find

On the streets;

And, so,
taking your chances,
you find yourself

Only to see, feel, and share.
Is it love?
Is it movement of silk?

Mystery, singular,
reaching out to the dark
and the light.

In this we move forward:

We're sexy, little, things,


in the Night.

love as always
~Abe's Heart~

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