In the Valley ~ National Poetry Month, Day 23

The shepherd takes her
To the grassy valley
Beneath the power lines
And they lie on the warm hood
Of his Buick
He puts two tabs on her tongue
And tells her to close her eyes
She wants nothing more
Than to keep them open.
The stars are purple sometimes
And other times the sky splits
In pockets of pink
If you watch close enough
You can see where it all begins
And ends.
The shepherd is not interested
In what she has to say
But he loves the taste
Of her pretty mouth


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