Monday, March 23, 2015

ledge.

Something about the touch of her hand
Made his bristles stand at attention 
She nestled her warmth against him
On that small cement ledge 
Beneath the overhang 
9-5ers in the background, fading
A lover's world only two feet wide
Droplets confirm, nature can vouch
That smile, wet smile 
Made everything right. 

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