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Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Rain Falls

Isles – Summer (Poem III)

Rain Falls
Rain falls on the lake
July, the carpet of grass
Crushed beneath limbs
                                    Entwined

Her touch speaking, soft
Warm rain falls in sheets, hazy
A curtain drawn ‘cross
                                    The water

Hard, slow, heavy drops
Wet kisses, penetrating
Lips as pure as love

Falling


Given at the Troubadour 2016.11.07 

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