Comments about rita francis
There are moments and places been
where simple expressions cannot erase
those tender lapses in life's tale
where one can rarely regale.
Of scented plume and strewn petals tossed
satin sheets and kerchiefs embossed
with heady fragrance of extravagance
created from desire's glance.
Across the crowded café or busy street
bourne in happenstance where people greet
not with words that cajole
but kindred's gentle tough on the soul
Developed instantly through capitulating bright spirit
perhaps even at first sight
those stringe of accord struck with...