Sunday, February 12, 2012

There Lies Her, My Beloved.

The only flower I ever saw-

-It was orange, and it snapped

When I tried to smell.

I thought of you,

At the fair, pulling your skirt

Down against my fingers.

I would never wander again.

Just as the flower,

I saw you and then never did-

-Though my fingertips still reach.

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