A woman looking down on all i do, say and touch when i'm with you in that room and i never forget for long. Perhaps you can, perhaps you do but it makes the sadness deeper each time i glance
She is a rock in the line of the wake of the sea, often tempted to break off and be carried away. When captured by the rainbows in it's fine, salt spray. The migrants of the summer sky
Kiss me gently when you come wash me in the sweet sensations of life after life eternal being, entwinement. Rid my brittle bones of their stagnant fear of breaking. Talk me through the night
Stones skim underfoot, provoking movement with their shimmering surfaces. Where to look? Beneath...beyond...up and away.... The dark is drawing closer,
Late one night a wolf whistle blew under a ladies door. It breezed up the the hall and the stairs, lifting a little fine dust from her rugs. It blew under her skirt and between her teeth.