The Forty-Fifth Paradox
Monday, August 30, 2010
Summer Night
You pulled me close
as the sun sank into orange sherbert.
Your lips met mine,
and my arms were too heavy to hold me.
My spirit floated with the clouds,
and drifted back down in sunlit rays
to pick you up and carry you with me.
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