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Saturday, January 8, 2011


Hand-knotted lace cloth--
tea-stained bodice
laced up to ethereal
bare shoulders-- creamy
skin, loose cameo curls,
peeking holes of desire,
candle light shadowing
the fire of her heart.
Unintended beauty
warms the affect, curves
of her working hands,
sculpting light melts into
the forgiving night.


Thank you for taking a moment to leave me your word of wisdom.