Poem Asking Forgiveness From People Long Dead

Poem Asking Forgiveness From People Long Dead Winter has set in, though the hummers have stayed and must search every morning for sustenance immediately they open their eyes. Immediately I open my eyes and think of your visiting my dreams last night after years gone, my slipping hands around your strong midriff, your dancer’s body,…

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