Thursday, September 23, 2010
She reminds me,
in the church they light the candles,
and the wax falls down like tears.
Hands together, reaching to the sky,
you are the free association.
Fingers reach through the pattern,
open the weave to see what's inside.
I love you.
September 27, 2010 at 11:12 AM
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