Donald Hall
Hamden / Connecticut
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Gold

Rating: 3.2
Pale gold of the walls, gold
of the centers of daisies, yellow roses
pressing from a clear bowl. All day
we lay on the bed, my hand
stroking the deep
gold of your thighs and your back.
We slept and woke
entering the golden room together,
lay down in it breathing
quickly, then
slowly again,
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Dr Antony Theodore 16 September 2019
we lay on the bed, my hand stroking the deep gold of your thighs and your back. We slept and woke entering the golden room together, imagination. gold, and l ove. tony
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