Friday, 27 July 2012

Arrow root


An arrow sailed across her eyes
The sun is shining
Rising on feeling and love

Did he whisper when you moved?

''I'm always in the mood,'' 
she said

And as the light followed the moon
She revelled in her unexpectedness
As clear as silver,
a clean coated kiss

Brown eyes blossomed
As she gave him her hand
His brown eyes blossomed
but he never made a sound

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