orgami's Diaryland Diary

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your letters

arrive in threes
like you pushing open that
screen door
with that wide smile
and the amber hue eyes
always washing dishs together
our hands brushing our hips
touching
I thought those days were
without meaning
but now I read your loves
your needs and a whole wind
sails across that pass we
know

Listening to Kristen "Your Ghost"
feel so heavy hearted today
so scarred
and how I leaned against you
needing you then
and we walked while the rain
fell glistening to ice on
the dark trees of the campus
your wild wolf come from
the north to burn candles
and listen to music while
the night drew down
and you slept in my arms

the memories precious
and meaningful
your kisses soft and passionate

and still we stoke the fire
we treasure
and hold dear...

12:35 p.m. - 2011-06-09

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