Meetingplace Poem by Jane Limerick

Meetingplace



We met in the forest
your 'neck of the woods'
where I got lost 'just wandering'
shrouds and doubts
in each other
and the gods we served
but you
were the first
the one who
made me feel
loved
wanted
then the winds
inherited you
again

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