correction let’s=lets
Sifting through the cracks of 5 years of poetry.
Like a canvas form of
nakedness weeps
a canopy filters
a misty rising desire
I shaded my love clinging
to a cloud, crossing the horizon.
bentfeather
11/23/04
239 posted on Wednesday, November 24, 2004 1:28:43 PM by Soaring Feather
My eyes watch a floating moon
while the lake is winking at my bones
like a soft lover
bentfeather
11/28/04