we are lying side by restful side
within quiet blue darkness and crumpled sheets
that stretch endlessly out into the dark


your breath, a hand on my skin

this is home

moonlight in a hidden cove
somewhere between breathing and breathlessness

we are not required
to think;
only to feel


my dear,
                  we are home.

 January ’07


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This blog is the collection of my poetry and prose, in chronological order from most recent to oldest.

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I am usually singing words as well as writing them, and make lots of other art. You can find me & my other art at any of the below links. x

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