By B.K.
Date: 2004 Mar 16
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The Garden of Sway

The purity of jade pulses
Through my fingertips
Its beauty catches
As each cool bead slides
Across my mouth
She says afternoons with you
Swayed cool as jade
Happiness was what we knew
I tried not to let her remind me
Yet here I am in offering
The key to that garden
Of sway again for two