remembering those times,
not so long ago, listening to the
lullaby of lapping wavelets kiss the
canoe's hull. we were witnesses to
miracles. the sun was an artist midpainting,
dripping down the canvas towards
it's diamond tapestry floating amongst us.
or perhaps it was just your presence.
and i imagine angels envy such times,
gliding through a gilded lake
for your company they could not have,
it was i, the thief who took you from heaven
who was enjoying such an audience.















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lucky liz.
lucky sam.
Great job. Makes me feel good inside. Favorite'd.
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Dancing in plastic shake-up snow,
Do you believe in what you want?
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Any piece of clothing can be sexy with a quietly passionate woman inside it.
Great poem.
I love the line "I imagine angels envy such times."
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Dancing in plastic shake-up snow,
Do you believe in what you want?
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