a hilltop kiss
above old creek wending,
tangled of vale
all grains gone gold
in autumn hours with
a sun hung low
burning within, without
you whisper a secret
for me to keep
my head on your breasts,
slumber come tomorrow
above tomorrow
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a hilltop kiss
above old creek wending,
tangled of vale
all grains gone gold
in autumn hours with
a sun hung low
burning within, without
you whisper a secret
for me to keep
my head on your breasts,
slumber come tomorrow
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4 responses to “above tomorrow”
This is so lovely, Michael. It feels like a beautiful harvest to read.
Thank you very much. 💙
Makes me think of looking down over a past that has been (willingly) left behind.
I can see that. Maybe not so willingly… Time and memories are weird.