by irishcatsmeow
...entwine in the magical night.
Lovely! Great feeling!
Love these two lines:
His voice slides right off the side of the mountain
bouncing into her veins, a rubber ball gone awry.
Hey, Irish! I had a lot of fun here. You give great lines to respond to! Let's do it again, wanna?? Thanks!
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,000 poems.
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