22 August 2009

red apples

mossy ground gives and releases beneath bare feet
cool and moist
a caress of the earth to the ache

itching to run.

her black hair stick to skin
berry stained lips mouth words much like eating them up
sucking on the secrets of longing

looking to seek.

memory of a moment lost like disintegration
faded into a passing thought
brought back by touch

standing to fall.

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