Juvenile Love

March 12, 2010
Two hands
Finger wrapped around finger
The sweet scent of pomegranate and old spice
Mix underneath the luminous moon overhead
A tress of hair swirling around with the light breeze
Of this never-ending summer night consecutive

Two hands
Firmly grasping one another
A soft palm lying atop
Hoarse & rough knuckles
Breathing out their hard-day’s work
And holding on tight to this memory;
Never letting go…

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