Sweet folds no longer blend harmony,
caressing softness, having been pushed aside;
but on certain days
I dream energy, as flames surround me;
a light breath smolders, leaving ash
tricks richer than lies, distort dramatic
we exchange flexible words,
nothing forceful, forever gentle
in your glance
Process notes: not happy with this one, oh what the heck!
I will be round to read tomorrow. I have to get away from
this darn computer tonight. Back to work tomorrow.