ever after

Yes, there really was a girl

with long dark tresses.

And there really was a vine

rising to her balcony.

And one blue night

all those years ago

I climbed that vine

and kissed her

On her sweet wine lips

high, high above

the sleeping world.

 

I really did.

 

I really did.

 

            Gil Murray (June ’09) says, “We were both fourteen and her room was in a big Victorian

house. Wisteria were blooming in the warm June night. I never again had a moment like this.”

 

* a poem from the July 2009 edition of Ninepatch *

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