“ Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. ”
We sit and talk,quietly, with long lapses of silenceand I am aware of the streamthat has no language, coursingbeneath the quiet heaven ofyour eyeswhich has no speech
~ William Carlos Williams
You lethargic, waiting upon me,waiting for the fire and Iattendant upon you, shaken by your beautyShaken by your beauty Shaken.
It is at the edge of the petal that love waits
It is difficultto get the news from poemsyet men die miserably every dayfor lackof what is found there.
