yesterday, gazing up
sun a white lit probe in the thick membrane of stratiform sky
today, bathing in warmth
sun a fine dessert wine muscat sweet on my body on my fingers dancing on the keyboard delirious words dancing to husky smooth leonard cohen
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Leonard Cohen...yes
ReplyDeleteTo look to the sky...yes
Blessings~