She was climbing a tree and caught my eye

I met her friends and we grabbed a drink

My cap from Berlin wasn’t lost in the cab

She cooked, woke me up out of my blue

Before I had a square on my wrist

She illustrates with uncommon love

And uncommon brush

Alumni of the same

Years apart

She lives across the sound

And admires the same sound

Naked in the booth

With her good man of the north

After each past bad

Brushed under the tiled floor

She was climbing a tree and caught my eye

She ate my apple

And cleansed my (soul)

At the right timing

And still

She climbs trees

© 2012 David Greg Harth

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