Wednesday, 20 August 2014

And it is...

In the air the crispness the bite
The ting
In the angle of the sun
The creamy afternoon dream
It's in the memory of squinting August days
Churning into evening
Churning into night
It's when we last met
had a chance to be
Palms to palms
Heart to heart
Threading you
Threading me

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