I lived in Green One Summer Evening

Rakish reflections pass from an

Aging streetlight to grace your cheek;

The soft touch of that fragile golden glow

Compliments the green looking back at me

 

The smell of smoke is fast asleep

So we hush our voices: Silent

And like our voices, so does the world fade

Until everything melts deep into green

 

And all I can understand is

This emotion trying to run

She will not stop rushing around my chest!

She loves you (r) deep green: Her necessity

This poem is about: 
Me
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