Saturday, March 25, 2006

entrée

Home late. Hungry. Tired. Seen by the laundry shoot door. The mind trips with it from here. A lot further than the actual experience.

Or I could have said: It was a hot and steamy night. . .

entrée

dinner first the focus
fast broken by the sight
the scant and tangled twist
of panties abandoned at the door


What's for desert?
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3 comments:

  1. J. Andrew Lockhart3/25/2006 10:25 PM

    interesting -- :)

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  2. Anonymous4/22/2006 10:15 PM

    brings a smile to my being
    as memory floats by
    with visions of bookroom

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  3. ardi k4/23/2006 10:28 AM

    roweena,
    even some insiders don't know
    and I'll never tell
    :) -a

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