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[thesorrow]

I was the sun ray
she, the anther
I was
the blithesome breeze
that stirred her denuded skin to quiver
underneath our salmon-stained skies,
an arborean retreat
deep within the rogue cleft of a forest named Beautiful.
I partake of the musty ardor of your sensuality
when skin is three days old
and lust is scattered with the dandelions
we took the supple and supine road called Lovely
and escaped for many a day.