Christy, oh Christy, thank you! And may I offer a poem in response? This one from Gabrielle Roth (in Maps to Ecstasy):
Meeting in the rocking chair day and night, my breasts full and bare your tiny mouth sucking me into bliss seducing me past myself. I fall behind your eyes like wings and we fly you and I to the outskirts of time where angels sing like Tibetan bells In grace. In innocence. In gratitude. With you I am finally me. ______________ any other open space poems at your fingertips? raffi * * ========================================================== [email protected] ------------------------------ To subscribe, unsubscribe, change your options, view the archives of [email protected]: http://listserv.boisestate.edu/archives/oslist.html To learn about OpenSpaceEmailLists and OSLIST FAQs: http://www.openspaceworld.org/oslist
