Archive for October 4th, 2008

fleeting memories
of tangerine streaks
that swept the sky

lying there with you
pressed against my side

muted sounds that edged through silence
the soft rhythm of your breathing
the moist scent of you near

oh, that I could capture this instant
and rest till the curl of a pale crescent moon
raises overhead

I would lay there
and claim this moment
that it shall always
be enough

~elizabeth adams

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