into the pool of my ear a word drops slowly:
a shadow of sound, a single drop,
a ripple from the red conversation
of your lips
it falls and breaks and spreads its water -
soft of syllable and resonance it trickles
down my hair, and within me
my heart listens
time and again,
it is this passage of temperature, this sipping
of intimate breath, this undertone
of fluttering flags that susurrates
an upsurge of doves
from my breast




- best wishes.




















& they aren't so much compliments as they are merely observations on the obvious, m'Lady...Many hugs across the horizon, m'Lady...
Love you, Woman...




) and yes... that resulted in hanging over the toilet about 5 times an hour, from around 8 AM till 5 PM...

















45 old applause
