Spring (Maiden Song)

She lived here, once
curled up inside
the softest recesses of my body.

 

Staring at the wide blue sky
she lay and soaked into
the soft wet grass

 

One night she stole away
and left him
still, asleep beside me
his brown skin smelling of the sun.

 

— JMF, 1993 – for RJN

 

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