Sunday, September 8, 2013

Poem: Under Stars

Under stars
They lay prone, backs
Flat, bending blades
Fragrant grasses,
Fresh mowed autumn
Fingers interlaced, they
Speak of the vast
Unknown, silently
Aware of attraction
Mysterious electricity
Tingling, unspoken yearning
This moment of eternity,
A memory

© 6 September 2013

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