Tuesday, May 02, 2006

"The Riverwalk at Night"

Technically, this might be considered cheating, as this is a much rewritten version of a piece I wrote almost a year ago. So sue me. But it's at least a bit better than the original, although it still has a very long way to go.

"The Riverwalk at Night"

The breeze stirs the willows
along the river's edge, faint sibilent
shimmer in the moonlight; the drupes
of the ripe mulberries echo the moon's shape,
miniscule crescents of mirrored silver.
One mulberry, still holding the day's sun,
rests warm and firm against my tongue
like your nipple, and stirred
I turn for home and you.


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