Poetry Sunday
Romance thick as Georgia heat
With draping moss heavy with steam
You tell me stories of gestures grand
I sigh and listen with eyes that dream
Through your words run strong a vine
A twisting, choking thorn-tipped tone
Of how you wasted words of love
On ones who’d leave your heart alone
But love again would take i…
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