That grasping glance
the moment we don’t look back
the fall and plunge, the coming undone
drinking deep of August’s moon
sweet the jasmine vines
spilling with perfume
the impossible tangling
of we two
poetry & things
That grasping glance
the moment we don’t look back
the fall and plunge, the coming undone
drinking deep of August’s moon
sweet the jasmine vines
spilling with perfume
the impossible tangling
of we two