Just Doing Rebecca

You can gaze,

You can take my portrait,

In Goldin’s light.

 

Bring me home to your waters,

We’ll throw tea overboard,

And make for the tunnel.

 

Shed your shoes,

Allow me to take you,

And maybe even Matthew will watch us.

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.03.25.03:43:21@29NYC

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