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Mar 2019
Late of evening
in the summer-set of years,

he of cerulean eyes
lured she of doe-spun brown
to fertile mating grounds
windswept of passion's fire.

Yet, when night overshadowed
daylight's destiny,

when two in a thousand met,
when fate had shaken their hands
leaving its palm-print on their hearts;

then as two moths capering
in bulb-lit spheres,
two lovers' wing tips brushed

and for one minuscule
fragment of time
were joined together

in an intimate coupling
of ecstacy and rhyme.
Sharon Flynn
Written by
Sharon Flynn  70/F/Brimfield, MA
(70/F/Brimfield, MA)   
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     Cm, Khoisan, nathan, --- and Elizabeth J
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