16 Feb 2010

Blue was the night, . . .thoughts. . .  we drank those apples together,
wed climb so high the seeds would fall through our hungry stomachs, .
the seed started shooting and made little knots around
our  knees ,   our  feet  scrunched  in  the  dirt ,  we  could
feel  the  dirt  in  between  our  toes .  grow  grow  grow
It  was  frightening  at  first  you  could  see  it  in  her  eyes ,
But the vines only held us closer I could feel her warm skin on mine
Flowers  grew  and  she  only  got  prettier ,
and her legs grew taller the light would reflect off them in mornings
 and you could see them glisten in the morning dew,

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