side ways
open hands
reaching
letting sweetness in
softness as we meet
lying soft under skies
floating free
my days whole
as you come close
bending hurt side ways
and the floor boards scrubbed
sunday coming soon
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-09-01 at 19:26
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