Saturday, February 7, 2015

A Loving Thief



She fell asleep; then I leaned above
     And kissed her sun-flecked head.
With a kiss of wrong, yet a kiss of love,
     She waked, I blushed and fled.

Feb. 7, ‘97
Little Joker

for Jan. ‘98
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