WHISPERS IN THE TWILIGHT

do ya remember,
how the sugar maples left whispers
in the eastern twilight,
on a summer night,
where the leaves
kissed the window
in the meanings
w her july pretty girl eyes
in the chillin dusk blue
swayin in the sways,
gettin to sparklin with her hypnotic –
get me into her blue flame blues
in all the smotherings
side by side –
like a hot sauce in her all out fondue?!

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