because i am still in that tender mood, i found this old one in my files. it was published a few years ago, but it is a favorite and i did get fan letters on this so it holds a special place in my heart.
in the hours
in the hours of the
angels
all alone, i feel warm
breath
sweet damp
caress
your touch
on white wings brushes
soft against my
flesh, in the hours
of the angels, in
the dark untouched
by dawn a
feather stroke and gone
traces of your coming
only left inside my
soul.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
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