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Author Name: Freewritelady 3 Comments
Date Added: February 18, 2006 09:02:34 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Migrant Lover

Distant delicacies of a harvest past,
seeds that bore the sweetest fruit
that ever touched my pouting lips,
shouted at taste buds to wake,
sticky juice dribbled from my chin;
so much laughter,
until you licked it off,
and kissed me.

We hid among rows of the greenest corn,
where only the hot blue sky could be seen,
and saw us;
I made you a necklace of white clover,
the search for a four leaf never over.
Stars were counted each night,  
until they faded off
into a pink haze of warm morning,
and so did I.

Word of a picking west came,
trucks were packed, and I watched you leave.
Eyes and innards still connected, still speaking,
along the fence, and out the gate, a line of you.
Then you were gone, and things became silent.
Everything goes to seed.

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Comments:
Comment By: FreeGlata on February 20, 2006 10:07:37 AM Report
You sure did peg summer love good with this one! Beautiful job, sis...
Hugs!
Glata
Comment By: PremiumJoe McNinney on February 18, 2006 10:17:27 PM Report
terrific write and story Barbie, he'll be back after the season though, they always come back to good luvin, LOL! Joe
Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on February 18, 2006 08:29:01 PM Report
"Distant delicacies of a harvest past,
seeds that bore the sweetest fruit
that ever touched my pouting lips,
shouted at taste buds to wake,
sticky juice dribbled from my chin;
so much laughter,
until you licked it off,
and kissed me."

Is it just me, or are you talking dirty??????;;;;:O):O)...len







 


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