Summer knights ride rolling skies
thundering their presence as
Winds wrap warmly round.
I seek only one.....
Steady is his gaze,
taking breath and skipping hearts
till morn.
The moon spills her silvered path,
His studded mire winks a sword at side,
Desire has never been this
inescapable.....
As knight slowly closes in.
6-10-08
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