Stephanie
Lovely as the summer day itself, the womanLooked at me, her lids half-masted, bedroom
Eyes, and said, “I'd like to have your face
Upon a shirt that I could wear.” I gazed
Back at her, pleased and thrilled. “You
May have this face to place wherever
You would like.”
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2016-06-22 at 00:56
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