Under the table,
Our bodies move closer.
Feet move ever so slowly.
A dance of seduction!
Should mine touch yours?
As the moment lengthen
So do my legs.
Dark comes closer to shore.
Tides rise with each swell
And then retreat again.
Cordell Rich
http: //www.lostinmydream.blogspot.com/
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem