Wednesday, April 10, 2013


An Always Love

 

On route to those far southwest red hills

They remind me so of you, of your body, hot and

Drenched in that quick morning rain, steaming, your slow grin

Awakens over that curve of stone

 

My memory of Us asks me to sit

So I sit and what settles

Is the river flowing below in the red gorge

Rife with life

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