
she sends me pictures
goddesses, flirty queens, all silken beneath cotton
the fabrics are like daisied skin, the hands
as though awaiting to glide my lips
and invite my moistures
all from the masters of musical air
flowered
and of all these she is I am, and that she loves me
I shall weave her a silken charm of flesh of braids of pale flute notes
rising
as my jealous flute lays, eyeless, steaming
... rhymed gerunds on purpose .... no likey? too bady! 

I love your author's notes! So, not only do you write fabulous poetry, but you make me chuckle
I feel like I have sullied it



Sighhh...How I love you, Professor. You write such Beauty upon my Soul so freely, with such eagerness...& on a daily basis, too.THEN, you read them to me on the phone!!!

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Ummm...what? *strains ear at computer, 'cause I still didn't hear ya.* 

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