You Are Not Your Own
Monday, August 2, 2010
Fuoco
the warmth of the wine makes my cheeks turn to cherries
enjoying the visions of sugar plum fairies
the scent of his presence the breeze softly carries
to linger above me, then in my heart. buried.
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