Sent: 2/8/2006 12:05 AM
i miss kissing
it was so long ago
the last time
a while far behind
where my anxious stare
at pale red to pucker
hoped for invitation
then drew into acceptance
and touched warm
tasting new dew drops
of honeysuckle nectar
beaded across the lace
of mint julep leaves
my grazing rolling hills
of the horizon
meeting the sun
carefully
leaving
pink
