Friendship endured, I love those lips, and hair so
long, ago, we smile and say: hello. You were one
An original woman, a lady of fire and cold fingers.
Whose minor whisper, and tender taps against my spine
fueled the tunnel, which evidently entered between
those milky legs, and said, love comes, over a looney
laugh. And we showered and saw, each other, how...
to sleep with you, and hold you hostage to hills that night...
Sandals, and slaps on your buttocks, Miss You, wherever are
Thing of beauty, tears and tall mercy, Agnes. It is not over. Now.
Forget, simplicity and lucky on a leash.