Good night poets.
radu, you know Phil is waiting for tonight.
Click the Dragon Fly
Dream a Little, Love a Lot
Under my skin
deep within
the sanctuary
of my soul
glows my love
for him
he is my love
my soft covering
against the cold
hard rains of day
chaffing winds of
yesterday...
he is my succor
my balm of healing
my harmony of the
subliminal
my ballast and
my keel
I love him
to the narrow
marrow of my bones...
He is til death do we part...
bentfeather