Our Life

Our life lives inside
My walnut haired angel;
my freckled dreamer.
She's swollen and sensual;
beautiful, beyond Spring.
Far above the ocean's light.
I want to take her to
a meadow and make
love to her with the
breeze and sparrows watching.
I want to taste the
sticky sweet dew on her
thighs, and wake up next
to her for the rest
of my life.

by Thomas W. Case

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