out of the green, cool fronds of fondness
a familiar smell
you are to me
with my head buried in your chest
to shelter from the sun
suck up the essence of you
a spider teeters on the edge of
a blade of grasswith your ear to the ground, do you see?
the wind will blow
you back to me
when tomorrow i miss you
and the sun has set on our place in the garden
~lennimk~© 2011 Lenni Morkel-Kingsbury
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many roads... ...on the journey words follow me, push me forward, and sometimes, overtake me.