To: Darksheare; Colonel_Flagg; Old Sarge; All
The Hunting Now
I won your heart when my soft eyes began to know your soul
My lover will desire the hunting now that is my flesh you hunt with the hounds
bentfeather
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94 posted on
04/20/2004 7:21:39 PM PDT by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: bentfeather
...rrrrowf ;)
Very nice, feathers!
95 posted on
04/20/2004 7:30:58 PM PDT by
Colonel_Flagg
(Jamie Gorelick: Never was conflict of interest so appropriately named.)
To: bentfeather; SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Colonel_Flagg; Darksheare; Flurry; Darkchylde; radu; ...
Walking the beach alone
is an old pastime of mine.
Surf and sand, along a strand of land
the booms of waters a beating heart.
The waves gave rhythm to my own,
tremulous heartbeat,
fluttering and murmurring alone,
solitude was all.
It's not so bad, anymore today,
with another's heart along the morning stroll,
a new and different heartbeat
the metronome for my own.
Now, in day or dark,
sun or starry night
I no longer walk alone
but in time with you.
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