Saturday, February 9, 2013

One Year

Posted on Sat, Feb 9, 2013 at 8:23 AM



I suitcased all my possessions. A journey bound to where you nestled a new
home. Late nights of courting expressions. A house built with hands, wood,
wire and stone. Months prior we ignited desires. Just a boy and a girl
trying to conquer the world. Our chests burning bright with the warmth of
bon fires. A want for each other not gems, gold, silver or pearls. Moon lit
rides they fill our nights. Warm fingers and hands they come together. We
are free, wingless but still accomplishing flight. Everything feels so
right and nothing is better. You are a bright red rose that does not fall
but rise. The girl with the chamomile eyes. One year it has been. One year
to begin.

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