I felt the ardent of your adept
the sun glowed as I slept
I felt the brush of your cheek
a tree bowed near a creek
I felt the wisp of your mouth
the wind towed down south
I felt the fervency of your fondness
the rain flowed with acrimoniousness
I felt the tepidity of your tongue
it snowed.
Keri Jopplin
4-11-04
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