A fragment from my old notebook entitled Love Letters, Memories, and Other Bruises:



the sun went down

and as i stroll along

the silent ground

i heard the song

of the low rushing wind




the twilight hour

filled with balsam air

eased the burden

of my searchihg soul




beloved,

tonight i will sleep alone

and remembering

the sins of your lips

still burning on my skin




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