I observe the feint moon,
rise into an eastern blue sea,
lingering for long moments
low – then climbing the summer sky.
I think of you
warm and satisfied,
a petal wrapped within his arms -
silk & pearls strewn thoughtlessly,
your lean fingers entwined
in his like stems of the wild sage,
holding onto the evening wind,
bending in a will-o-the-wisp way.
I consider your naked feet, painted toes,
once trembling with my kisses.
J.E. Dorsey 06.26.99 - Rev. 10.31.10 - Week #26
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