okay darn it; i've read three

of your poems, and already i'm

convinced i'm in the presence

of a master. that's probably

some kind of record. we'll

look forward to watching your

career with great interest.

The imagery is so fun and captivating. You were able to weave both horror (e.g. The Wicker Man) and fantasy (e.g. the trail of bread crumbs) well here. My favourite part was when the speaker put his head in the girl's lap and 'drank in her softness.' That's a beautiful thought. :)