poppies:
I think of your red lipstick,
your lips pressed against mine
in June
when poppies
open their scarlet hearts
to the sun;
because although you are gone,
in their beauty
an infinite part of you
lives on.
U.V.Ray
5th June 2007
11.25 a.m.
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