..August dawn and the aftermath...


dewstained camisole



That night
that August Moon Night
that thicker than velvet
rougher than whiplash
hotter than fever night

was ours
we drowned in it
revelled through it's movements
and cherished every straying star
on glistening skin

in the morning
just as the sunlight
dragged a finger
across our
still heaving breasts

your camisole
was littered with
dewspangles
and the wind
made it breathe
on its own

you gathered
your hairband,
sandals and underwear
turned naked in
the morning sun
and went

scattering dew
from your tousled hair
covering my eyes
obfuscating tears

the morning
of departure had to come
but that August night
was ours
and we will belong to it
many moons from now




Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2007-07-31 at 20:59

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