She
She....
she loved me
she told me so
she kissed me
And the world shook
The world shook away a new place
chiseled from her whim
the bones of the earth
the salt of her passion
(she held me)
and loved smiled fine
By moonlight we walked
in December
her shadow fell across my soul....
the wind called her name
she was with me
she
That night never ended
since time stood still
I did not age
nor she
We strolled the lunar lamp
the silver love
and not a clock chimed
not a soul stirred
(but she)
Keith Hunt (c) 2000
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
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