Sunday, December 30, 2007

1760.

His arms and face burrowed into the sheets just out of the drier, soaking in their heat and their smell cleaner than sunlight.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

one million footprints
criss crossed
the beach at doctor's
cove.

at the water's edge, her
footprints fit comfortably
into his.

she was his spa. she was
the most memorable
vacation he had ever taken.

two hits from a spliff
& she turned into
an acrobat.

she was theatre.