Silken webs
Of spun silver,
Clinging,
Sighing,
O'er soft, dark silhouettes,
behind grimy doors
shut long, long ago...
Opened anew...
To be gently held,
Caressed,
In the womb of treasured memories...
Saturday, July 4, 2009
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