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.
... 'intense whispering'.. love it!!
thanks, Lorrie
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...
... 'intense whispering'.. love it!!
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