Saturday, August 18, 2012

The Stone

The Stone

chill into his teeth rattled
mountain stream traversed
he found a slice of bliss

this was placed here for her
making a way to his pocket
-- she needs to have this

back in the boat feeling
the white equator in his hand
faint ridge needing no eye

two blackened halves
drawn together before either
knew why

-- he became a believer
-- she needs to have this

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --

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