Salt dripping down as tears, as sweat falling upon me making us both wet white skin rippling: as ancient oak willow tree swaying sighing in the breeze. sweet love showers down, in kisses in tender words from lips that have cracked and dried, have bled forth praise body pressing on mine heart pounding inside me, above me. head laying upon my chest a small child asking protection from storms and…

August 6, 1991
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