The Opera In Me

Words, songs, music, quotes, pictures that are my own and that are not. They continue to move me, express me and fill me up..

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

You

You tell me with your golden flecks
and I reel inside myself
You tell me with your soft long strokes
and I quiver, and curl and sigh

Your bitten hands, your coal bold locks
Your angry dark, your beautiful heart
I surrender, abandon and unfold..



pinks 12/07

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