The Only Sound
This was posted last year, but I'll repost it here.
I lay my head on the soft down of newfoundlove
I'm wishing well,
wishing for that depth
that shortness of breath
the heart's first swell
Of love not lost
Not quite yet found...
And in the quiet moments of summer
your voice, the only sound

1 Comments:
Wow, Elliot... being a fan of prose and all, I didn't think something like this could come out of you. I am impressed.... oh, and I like it, too.
chrissy
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