You're a lovely liar on this moonlit night. I detect snippets of cricket, cell phone, and crow in your repertoire. Is this a spicy spring accent or just vocal graffiti? Repeating it doesn't make the meaning any clearer. We could go to the park for a tête-à-tête or you could teach me to whistle. Then I'd have something to add. Or maybe we can make tapes of quiet conversations and play them back at half speed. Voices are sexier in the lower register. Yes, I'm on the edge of my chair. What more can I say?
nuptials
her bouquet brimming
with gardenias
her bouquet brimming
with gardenias
by Cherie Hunter Day
San Diego, California
San Diego, California
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