Monday, January 19, 2015

Winter Garden Valentine

If I show you my naked garden
will you show me yours
it’s not all about the flowers
you know but the integrity
of the movement of a form
how it rose furrowed
and then lay back down
meanwhile it embraces you
and would take you with it
into a life of pure and
impure passion if you let it
yes do it I say at the end
of every summer but always
it turns and looks at me
as if looks could kill

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