Wednesday, March 19, 2014

from Monday, March 17th


  • Within her soul
    cries the champion,
    longing for her
    voice to travel
    among the waves
    of the sea.


  • Huge black wings
    billowed in white
    light, the feathers
    like a favorite
    pair of jeans.


  • A spur of the
    moment affair,
    every word we
    said was right.

    "Is this okay?"
    She asked me,

    and then she
    closed her eyes.

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