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warm afternoons
by Ginette T Belleluxuriate in flaxen ale
retrospect
my dark-haired fairie
laying enraptured in lap
his inebriated eyes spilt warmly over
basking in the green glow of a warm afternoon 09/26/2003 Author's Note: i shook my head softly as this memory was triggered yesterday drinking a pint with a friend....
Posted on 09/26/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/26/03 at 02:19 PM Warm and tender memory that I am very glad you shared. Great read. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/26/03 at 04:48 PM Really like this piece Ginette, in how it reaches below the surface and makes my soul tingle. Nothing like a warn afternoon! |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/01/03 at 12:57 AM i *hate* it when memories do that. O.o lovely and painful, dear. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 10/17/03 at 04:02 PM Warm and sweet and evocative. |
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