And what of night's smooth shoulder when the lace falls to the floor and all the under aching can account for nothing more than need and breathless dream beneath a canopy of gold and newly dewing kisses ferment my fantasies, untold?
Claire this is so lovely...all your poems read like a soft sigh or whisper to me... very nice...very. take care, jm
Do you live by the book, do you play by the rules Do you care what is thought by others about you If this day is all that is promised to you Do you live for the present, the future the past... tracy chapman
New Orleans, LA