RUBIES IN CRYSTAL Does language hover between my nerve endings and the world, or is language my skin itself? Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
I come here to Rubies upon reading this fabulous composition over in Xangadoonbecause I could not stop thereBlessings~
in my apartment on a dance-the-poetry-within-you day I never know what is going to emerge that day, ever, always a surprise a rough draf...
I come here to Rubies upon reading this fabulous composition over in Xangadoon
ReplyDeletebecause I could not stop there
Blessings~