When our past, present, and hopes for the future
combine with the heights and depths of our emotions
to breathe life into words, those words elicit the illicit beauty inherently within us. (Of course, I could be MissTaken.)
Saturday, June 17, 2006
::Life Ambrosial::
lifes loveliest with dirt under her nails and a scab on her knee
shes tastiest when seasoned with time and most fragrant when fervid
go ahead craddle her face in your hands and kiss her deeply in the rain drink the drops off her naked shoulders let your hand slide down the small of her sweaty back