This just popped into my head and I thought I would share
Oh low swinging, my love
toes to the sky.
Hair in the wind, you move my way.
Twist your chains around mine and we spin
and spin and spin.
Whirling until the earth won't stop, breath won't catch.
We laugh.
Fab.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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