Monday, December 16, 2013

AFTER

we left the hall at dawn

after an ecstatic night of celebration...


the pale morning broke on our eyes

as a pale full moon set in the western sky...


your drained face smiling

pale as that moon but for the bright red lips...


arm in arm our sides touching

as we supported ourselves in the fresh new morning....






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