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Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Love At the End of a Dirt Road

My love 
like a tall slim street lamp 
illuminates each room she graces
barefooted and breathtaking  
in ripped jeans 
and quiet brilliance

Not far from her reach
a country morning hums
dinner plate dahlias burst
untamed oak trees dance

Our souls stir, slowly
still intertwined 
in last night's dreams
wrapped in soft white sheets
and boundlessness

A home, our home -
at the end of a dirt road  
amid almond trees and wild flowers
And, the sweet bliss of finding the very woman 
you were born to love. 

For Melinda Lee