a vivid image of me on the roof as you begged me to come down and kiss you. those brown shoulders. my bare feet.
It's sunny where I am.
your fingers shifting my sundress, my legs hugging your waist.
I need nothing from you except your warm brown freckled shoulders.
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The Lady of the Lambs, a Shepherdess of Sheep
Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white...
She holds her little thoughts in sight,
Though gay they run and leap.
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to keep.
-- Alice Meynell
Penelope
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