The sea is a garden
Poetry. Works in progress.
Friday, December 28, 2012
Bad times
fall is the time for tragic love affairs,
right?
nights like this-
kissing,
my hand wandering in her autumn hair,
her gentle neck sloped,
eyes closed,
lovingly melting
into
this
moment...
beautiful
but,
man,
did we fuck up.
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