folk festival


lying on my back:

a blanket of cotton-soft grass cushioning me
your stomach--my pillow

guitar chords seeping through my body
a voice lifting me upwards

sky: lit with cotton candy clouds
heaven: here with you


dreaming:

spanning the length of your butterfly wings
(how they flutter from my touch!)

you whisper--I listen
in hushed amazement

because of you--


kiss me.

12 September 1998



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