Thursday, August 11, 2005

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.



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