Saturday, July 02, 2005

hands of time

24 numbered hours
counted
makes for a calculated day
of heavy handed
appointments
but if they slip
quietly
between the relaxed
lips
of a women
the hours
become fertile
dreams
to be
gently
stroked by tender
fingertips

psgates

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I really like this poem. I think it's cuz I have so much time on my hands. I just wish I were making more fertile use of it!

6:40 AM  

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