POEM: 16 APRIL 2010
by Greg ~ April 17th, 2010. Filed under: Poems.fragrant
hair fruit-scented
as with memories of an orchard
at her neck, the curved
afternoon of summer
unfolds her body
like a blanket
open like the field
wild with flowers
Greg O’Connell © 2010
April 17th, 2010 at 9:25 am
a beauty of a love poem… can feel the warmth of the sun…. there is a sun right? tabac infusion
April 17th, 2010 at 9:31 am
Excellent, spare work.
April 17th, 2010 at 2:38 pm
Beautiful Greg.
April 17th, 2010 at 7:28 pm
Beautiful economy of words.
April 20th, 2010 at 7:38 am
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