Monday, October 13, 2008


written January 1997

Close as touch Touch as a feather, feathery ice You seep in, whispering Then find my heart or twist the key to unleash thoughts, memories, secrets I breathe, I sweat, I burst with emotions, tears, breath, warmth, sensuality, silent rage All from words Words cut to a sliding guitar string, the expert hand on keys made of elephant, a reverberating thump feel it, and a voice that sweeps around my insides and there I am

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