Song - (Talking Through My Hat) Poem by viorel petru trifan
Song - (Talking Through My Hat)
I dream the day
when my hands
are going to rain
and they flush
on your shoulders,
on your breasts,
on your thighs;
when they slip
from your knees
and your ankles
into the land
that bears us
becoming roots;
roots which
will feed
my love for you.
Monday, January 19, 2009
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