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Last Visit
by
Walter L. Jones
I stole a
glance back at the moon
Meeting in the summer room
Bridge swaying to the human beat
Music to the rhythm of my heart
Danger floating in the air
Running fingers through the wavy hair
Swallowing up the sweat of forbidden
Dreams and the feel of passion known
Just not allowed to be seen
Warmth and love flowing like the scent of
Lilac in the wind passion so sweet
My body bends and folds with each new
Blast of wind or gentle breeze, mind spinning
I cannot tell up from down the beating of my heart
Drowns out every other sound
The world is mine to own
Soft is the tone of whispers in the night
Cares lost in latent light
Nature takes its toll
The bridge falls to the valley below
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