The drift of sun
like summer sleep warm
circle of grass the wind
flutters a curl of sandy
tress that downiest hook
I remember
her quiet and ecstatic
yes and how my hands
roamed her
a dark tangled
wild my bird heart
swooped the fact of her
For once in this life
my raptor heart screamed its joy.
The passion now
like city light scattered
on a midnight river I
found the sun within
her freckled face
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