(9-29-03)
The sun
Caresses my flesh like a
Warm body pressed
Into mine.
The wind winds around me,
Hot breath from a lover
Whose only desire
Is me.
Shadows are long
On this last day of
Indian summer.
The light dances in the water.
Such beauty few will see.
I take in
Every moment.
Absorb the now to keep it
Fresh.
Long cold days await.
I have memory.
Imagination.
I have such
Beautiful dreams.
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