From Behind a Cloud

"God owns heaven but He craves the earth." -Anne Sexton

Monday, April 5, 2010

Freshen the Old

A Dusty Box

Layers of aging
I haven't touched you in years
Let's embrace again


Traces of Lust

I found an old kiss
Now, it is tasteless and dry
Some lust must go on
Posted by Clare at 10:01 PM

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      • Sunlit Fantasies
      • Four Haikus Describing My Heart
      • The Comforts of Love
      • Freshen the Old
      • Poetically Uninspired
    • ►  March (2)
      • When Memories Collide
      • An Old Beginning
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      • Life is a Wonder
      • The Water Will Wait
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      • Touch, Taste, Smell, Breathe
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      • What is Romance?
      • Looking Back
      • Put on Hold
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      • Te Amo
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