“ It is at the edge of the petal that love waits ”
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.
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze.
It is difficultto get the news from poemsyet men die miserably every dayfor lackof what is found there.
