7/3/11

This lovetent
Stephanie Springer


With a cracklewhoosh
and a sweep of your hand
Suddenly this tent of white envelops
us two souls tentatively reaching--are those
your eyes asking; or is this gentle
purr I feel
a fantasy? but these two souls capable
Such a look as that surely cannot lie but
am I just imagining or did you feel
a heartflutter
too


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I'm about to become a graduate student; I love horses, good men, starlight, and white wine