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A Poem by Maxwell Ryder

Our memories
Are all over the meadow,
In the clover.
Nature made us lovers,
Among the deer
and visiting plover;
We opened the treasure
Troves of our hearts
Beneath the azure,
Unleashed the passion
Locked in our throats,
Bittersweet and never tart,
Enraptured as art.
We lived the libido
Of nothing but us,
Enthralled by every thrust,
And what a beautiful
Episode it was.

MR ~ July 17, 2016