Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, April 21, 2007




As close to your heart as our hands to the earth.



I’ll garden with you , your hands to mine, the soil sifting like sands through time. Love warm as sunshine, flames from inside, igniting passion,shivers to the thigh. Each segment passes through skies of blue with cloud written letters of I love you. Softly fading to make room, for a new tomorrow, that will be here soon.



1 comment:

un dress said...

soon he will come

and sit

and sew

with you...