Even lust can be subtle
The wind only a breeze
a scent of poplars long ago
I remembered a memory
too vivid it could not be real
in it you sill bit your fingers
to the quick
Each time I whisper your name
I pretend you listen hear know
love
I wish a little thing so small
hoping it small enough to come true
that you were not so far below
the bare earth between us
not so very hard
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