Grape Arbor
come and kiss me under the grape arbor
breathe in the grape musk
in the twilight
that primal scent of lust
stand with me under the moon
where we can see our dogs running like fools after moths
waiting for us to be done with this
foolishness
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009
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