Long slender necks
of arched-back birds
Circle, sail, hypnotize
Wet grass between toes
I dance with the porch light off
I'm won't be alone in the woods tonight
Here is where you will find me
Fourteen degrees off center
Raining fall around me
Hands outstretched
C'mere, now.
C'mere, soon
in the very least
I never doubt that I am magic
I never doubt that I am magic
I never doubt that I am magic
and a beautiful red queen
Sunday, August 21, 2011
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