Green The Grasses Seem - Poem by Susan Lacovara
If you like the lace and lateness,
Then prepare your bed in lust
If you crave a winding wooded trail,
Then shade your eyes from dust
If you light the match, to brighten,
Then brave the growing flame
If you dare to ride the current
Then tell me... who's to blame....
If her lips reveal some flavor
Which newly tempts your taste
And the secrets of the season
Are secured, and safely placed
Return not, to this fortress
That hides and heals your scars
For no one gains free entrance,
If not guided by the stars.
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