Without trace, or hint of trail, she assails your dreams, soft invades your lonesome planet... Butterfly kisses blown across galaxies, flown through...
We are left, licorice women allsorts: Unwilling bittersweets, good wives and better sports, who unwitting greet the pain game in our lives. Not just...
The earth shakes each time I'd awakened to sweep sleep from your eyes with a long distance kiss hello but instead of blissed sweet nothing you reply...