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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