Between the Lines

His head rests on an open book
Music filters through from the lounge
He imagines her hair blowing
In a fantastic wind
She's laughing and spinning
In a circle, arms out wide
He just watches from the bench
Where they had just made love
He comes out of the
Daydream, lifts his head
She's reading beside him
He's still in love.


To Venus with love



Poetry by mars
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Written on 2006-09-21 at 01:21

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Nathalia
Very delicately crafted poem! Love it:-)
2006-09-21