Upon The Page
By birksy
Upon the page, drawn in contours, the figure sits, another age, time held still for a hundred moments, does she look at me, as I look at her? She's a warrior, an adventurer, a mother, fine cheeks, dark eyes, dark skin, she holds my gaze, lets it slip, then draws me in again. Picture me, I look at you, imagine all there is to know, then, like a dream, let you slowly, slowly, go. Written January 23rd, 2002 © on Jan 23 2002 06:36 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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