Oh, westron wynde, when wilt thou blow…
Waves of wantingripple my heart.Shifting my shoreto yoursto blend the waters.
Feel these hollow heartbeatsechoing into even emptierspacesbetween secondsthat have lost their…
for Alan Tate
from The Biology Of Strangeness
The taste of your voice soaked up by hungry skinMelting chocolate eyes igniting pink scented cheeksThe caress of your attention…