With skillful grace,
You confront the hallows of my soul,
Always careful to tread lightest.
The soft envelopment of your poise,
Is a welcome dance upon my senses,
You afford me a lesson.
Tempted once more,
Ill yearn for bountiful fruit,
My heart has grown fond of this.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
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