In green skirts and red rims
you arrive with intent;
smile in love and acknowledge
the perfection in meeting.
The sky is the rim of our ocean
and germs riggle white squiggles
and our hearts touch the earth.
We share the same story
with different endings.
I don't want to leave
for the first time in a life
and am glad to dance again.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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