Tagged: courtship
we slipped into summer’s
we slipped into summer’s
rain and felt the stars
align like lost
magnets, an unseen
but insistent
pull, tugging at
the hem of my
skirt, the gossamer
trim of our
patience, the come-
hitherness of
your shirttail
.
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three hundred and
three hundred and
sixty degrees of
forgetting is made
of this kind of
stuff – gossamer
wings and rather
decisive
kisses. countless
rehearsals
later, all
the waiting
glances off
.
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