The pinch will leave redness...
how about a summer under the trees?
like the two on the silver screen.
they make it look impossible to find such a happiness as this,
and perhaps it is.
theirs is written and scripted,
directed to move in such a way,
or a sly hand placement on gentle hips.
a story similiar you ask?
a far away place,
home to neither of us,
a day for dreamers.
and we made our own silver screen moment,
one for those books.
the pinch will only leave a redness,
the thoughts?
a head in the clouds.
This poem was written by Brittany on Jan 24, 2006.
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