[Soaring Feather]

Her eyes hide behind a shifting curtain
softly swirling sonata to love so sweet
capturing me in her eyes as deep as her soul
as she teases me from behind her hair

Alluring. Very nice poem.

[Soaring Feather]

A Golden Oldie....



Dancing before eyes

"Dancing before eyes
it is not of my understanding
to be aware of my
nakedness or warts...

I dance before
loving eyes
of acceptance....


by bentfeather