there are girls in bars with baskets on their arms selling flowers. i've a basket like that. i steal through the forest, along rivers, and pickoneat a time,not flowers, but dew drops.i bring them home to you.i lay your head back.i use my fingers over your face to close your eyes.i bowl a leaf and one at a time i feed youdrop by dropwhat you need.i love you.your image here is beautiful.(i did not throw out the soup.)xoerin
Wonderful, sensual photograph.And the poem of Erin fits perfectly. Nice, intense words.
Momo - Thank you. I am blessed with beautiful poetry from erin.