Park Dancing (poetry)


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Your skin creamy,  
the scarf
upon
it a
blush in jive
its turvy
shapes
furl in flight.
Our
mouths,
while pink
darkly
bloodened
webs an autumn
tree draws
across
the moon
also ignore
the
wind, 2

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  • Night Hope
    November 18
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    You are such a stellar writer, my Husband. ♥