Whose are these two hearts,
Adrift in a mire,
Do the two touch and another,
passing through the dark cobweb corners of the mind.
Like unto the Kwanzan Flowering Cherry tree,
Where the petals fell there is a glow and those,
That were there remember so well.
The rise and fall of the chest gone wild.
The apricot smell of your hair I remember so well,
the light fragrance of soap mingled with strong smell of musk,
The effect you had was one of Wisteria enveloping me,
The whole blue ray experience surround sound and all.
copyright 2/23/2012
Robin D. Ruffin
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