MERGED IN SURRENDER
Kiss me quiet under the rain~ skips and pounds,
awash the tears and pain fevering my anguish,
with the July moon to stir my slothful frown,
wide-skirted trees swing demure on the breeze
their cyclic sops and bows-- a dancing clown.
Our hands clasp to spins and turns on that wet ground,
tango to loves groove, we...
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