Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Extravagant Delight

Things were very hot that year.
All the wax was melting in the trees.
He would climb balconies,
climb everywhere,
do anything for her,
oh Danny boy.
Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds,
adorned her hair.
Everything was gold.
One night the bed caught fire.

He was handsome and a very good criminal.
We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars.
It was the afternoon of extravagant delight.

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