May 31, 2011
By , Park Ridge, IL
In Love

Her voice glowing

And singing
That’s what I get for

Marrying, a brute of a man.
Who is ‘Tom’?
She asked innocently
Looked out with
A bright ecstatic smile

Her voice a wild tonic

In the rain.
Are you in love
With me?
Frightened but graceful,
With tense unhappy eyes.

Her throat, full of aching,
Grieving beauty,
Enchanting murmurs.
He hadn’t once ceased
Looking at Daisy.
She’d been alone with

Then he kissed her.
She Blossomed for him
Like a flower.

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