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| ***BIO*** David C. Card: I live in a small religious estate named Chapel House, in the sunny north-east of England. I have been writing seriously now for little over a year. I have been published variously for my writing on websites such as: CautionaryTale.com, HackWriters.com, BlackMedina.net, GirlswithInsurance.com and RomanceEverAfter.com. |
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| These Summer Days |
| by David C. Card |
| Bow round backs lashed with sun and affection in the summer, Laughter, crooked like their haircuts, A single bare breast peering under armpit Daring to show its face, Teasing.
Nights grow cold at sundown. The breeze: caring skin, kissing, nursing daytime wounds. Laughter dancing, still, Echoing ubiquitously. Nipples grow firm, ignorant to refreshed breath Still can be seen Barely. Still covered, Barely. Backs turned backs on the world, A hand waves freely, Hair covers their faces. What is that sound they hear? A sound which quiets even their own All bare backs now, Sandy souls figure the void Blown to dust by unforgiving winds, Taken by the tide. The night grows colder now Nipples brisk and paired now Pressed to the ground. Heavens birth morning time, Yellow and divine comes the light. Hair blown from their faces now Noses held high, Tufts of field hug their flesh, Their protection. All is silent now All is quiet. |
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| July 2005 |
| 44 |