A Kiss from Erato is Worth Killing My Ego
© 2013 Kurt Myhaver

~ Erato bent down with her morning kiss,
Which then exploded into centuries
Of love letters and dreams
Canoes floating up streams
Without need for paddles
Salmon calling home their rivers and currents
Life circling my hair in her gentle kissing
And I tremor
Where is her dark secret?
Shining above me.
I walk here in love ~

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