michael bonasera

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I remember a night under the stars;
We discarded a blanket for the dirt

a lingering common consciousness on the
shallow skin
of a bubble
when came this little death

the grass left its mark, the matrix of Gaia on us both

Exhausted and Dusty

weighed down by the dew on my back satisfied only by your breath
feeling my face colored with the lover's crimson stain