Saturday, April 12, 2008
Cleansing
These puddles reflect our rainy days
when I'd push her into mud
and she'd laugh
pulling me in.
I'd push her in the mud
so I'd have the
privilege of cleaning
the mud off her
as I'd hum the beat of my heart to her.
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