Lake

Posted on February 19, 2005 by Rastaban

the slim dark flower
i saw this morning
while walking beside
a lake i’d seen
for only an hour

pressed without warning
deep inside
and made me dream

of her lips’ sweet power

© 1990, 2008 Dwight Lyman

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