Dancing in the Days of Early Summer Nights


“When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me. It was beautiful, surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and I shall not see it any more. The Garden is lost, but I have found him, and am content.” – Mark Twain, Eve’s Diary: After the Fall

Dancing in the Days of Early Summer Nights;

Television glares

Dark room,

Passionate stares.

6 a.m. bedtime orders;

Kisses are our choice of barter.

Sweating behind contorted knees,

Foreheads compressed together.


Spooning to looming,

 Braided hands,

Soft glances,

Déjà vu entitlement,

Heaven is where we went.

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