soft
candle's
glance
on
amber
rings

the
moist
temple
where
­blon­d
hair
clings

dark
whiskey
eyes
where a
chandelier's
swings

t­he
single
note
where a
cello
sings

i
stop
and
contemplate
these
­things

with
lovely
­angels
plucking
strings

we
had
golden
nighte­ngale

wings


soul­survivor akà
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 8/32/2015


a poem about my first love
i think about him
from time to time
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