
And here's a quick morning poem...
"The nearness, the sweet
Away... defeat, the fool, the heat!
Tumbling wings... assembling love
The foot, the storm, the womb!
And there she lies... inlove she cries"
[...all the love I ever felt for my lost loves... all the love I was never allowed to love, in my lover's arms... I will leave it here, under my web of dreams... may this web fins find yours... one of these sweet nights... wherever you all go and dream me apart...]