Friday, April 27, 2007

chasing down a comet (for celeste)

naked once together
in laughter in
sudden eyes
surprised with being
born naked like spring's
child in our arms
full of the roses
of us. naked
and holy
and well rubbed
on the new moon
of spring, we ran our
children out into the
hills, chasing down
a comet to add
to our bouquet
of love.

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