2009-08-23
in a tiny piece of colored glass, my love was born
the sounds of jersey thursday illuminate my mind as a vivid combination of dream, desire and memory overtake my senses and i see flashes:
of st. georges park with the church in the background
dollys face with a cautious half smile on open lips as she rolls around in a field of daisies.
her secreted doorway in a scraggly overgrowth of flowers and weeds where we stole an unexpected visit on a chilly night steeped in inky blackness with a vivid blanket of twinkling stars cutting like steam through the darkness.
tinteardrop at 8:29 p.m.