Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Thursday, 1 January 2015
The January Poem
Lit From Above
The bright moon overhead
watching, gliding.
My love, among black oaks
Intently striding.
As a whisper to my arms
two velvet hearts colliding.
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