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December
Erren Kelly
The farmers are burning the cornfields
I can smell the sweet fire in your hair
We walked around the lake, your hands felt
Like December
My dear tall girl, I like your stride
Long and wistful, like a road
You wear another bandanna
Always carrying the music
On your head
I still smell the fire in your hair
As your body becomes orange in the light
You are a snow angel come alive
I hold hands as if it’s the last time
Though I will see you again
Your body is in the orange light
Again
Long, straight, clean.
You walk around the room
Naked, like a lonely melody
I hold you and we become
Piano keys
I look at you and reflect, ponder, and dream
Your voice is a winter prayer
And I will love you like a religious
Experience
I still smell the fire in your hair
