7/10/06
criss-crossed smiles
inserted delicately between billows of
untapped clouds and
spinning stars
are
lurking.
they are in front of the
moment andÂ
slipping idly about the
edges of my back
carefully
(simply)
exquisitely forming
a warmth and a buzz
that gently stirs me
reverent of the way you turn onto me
in the night
