I don't even remember if thats how you spelt it.
But how your face lit up,
in the golden greeting glare.
Cats eyes,
jingling along hot pavement.
Smiling just to smile,
like a dog who learned to spell.
As if the sun was something you painted,
with chestnut dandelion clouds,
bright white rising in the east,
lavender breath,
and a green grass sky.
Beaming, in the breeze.
Drying in the shade.
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Odes to the Erotes
PoetryA series of Love poems focusing on understanding and exploring the many different kinds of love. Focusing first on the seven love gods, the Erotes, then on forms of love in the greek language, and finally in famous romances of the greek gods. This...
