poetandknowit3 Sep 2002

Oh Chrsitof, kiss, kiss, coverer of bridges and rocks with colored cloth, kiss, kiss, I carry your words with me into the shower each morn and watch the "rising". Please lets run away into some library and have a deep dark literary journey, just like the one in Byatt. Kiss, Kiss. Smooch, smooch. Nice poem, made it all the way through without wandering in the middle trying to out metaphor yourself. This one succeeds and I like. I am going to the shower now, baby!!