Sunday, May 26, 2013
PONYTAIL/ Last Exit
THANK YOU, Tess...at Magpie Tales...
Before your face took shape
I saw a flow of will erupt,
nodded yes my baby,
I feel your heart alongside mine.
That vortex on the silver screen
is the spot where a blue eye will cry
if love doesn't pour over you,
run down each step of your being.
When your raven hair unravels,
I'll place a ribbon, invisible,
in a loop
that ties you close to me,
see to it that all love
decants like wine,
flows your way...
nine months to go.
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