February 15, 2013 by chrisbkm
Play of lips and fingertips
in the key of:
Posted in Life, Poetry | Tagged intimacy, love, nature, night, poem, touch, writing | 6 Comments
Thank for incorporating the moon. And Silver.
By the sounds of your poetry tonight… I could have splashed down a lot more colour!
As a musician I love this! Nice to find your words.
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