Monday, July 5, 2010

Maxfield Parrish.


As often as you are who you are
Remember how my faith blossomed
In the intrigue of your mark--

How I couldn't help it

How you lured me with the magnetism
Of an outstretched arm.

Dearest, I panted.
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