Going Blind

A first moment...
the spellbound motives
of your kiss.

An initial raindrop...
wets you to attention,
sending sultry butterflies...
You are stirring my leaves
In your wind.

I stand in a meadow...
watching sky...
drawing you in the clouds...
In the trees you
watch my nonsense...
Swing on the supple branches
as you do on my arm...
Bending the limbs
as you turn my head.

Then, finding comfortable branches...
Drawing the shades with your 'green-ness'
Just as you close my eyes.

6/15/79







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