Glass Soul(c) Singleton 2007
SOLD
She rose
and
came
spillowing back
in smoke rings
and butterfly trails
the sounds of
bottles clinking
water
splashed
wine uncorked.
And he knew
her instantly,
Her voice
a blues harp in the wind,
beckoning
reckoning
tugging on
his 9 to 5
whispering
in barely breaths
on his night time
dreamless neck.
And he knew
she knew.....
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