Finally,
the movement
of rain
slips below
the surface
of the earth's delicate
covering,
touches the earliest green
that glow shy,
as all maiden's do,
when they discover
the eyes,
and then the slightest caresses,
of their first lovers.
Before she knows
the sky,
she is laughing,
quivering like the new leaves
on a branch
in April.
The cool fingers
exciting
as they sing softly
at the back of her hand,
and then silently
urgent
at the hem
of her skirt.
Monday, April 23, 2012
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1 comment:
stunning...stunning..
so right, so intimately real
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