Misty sighs that slip out--
It would be a grand
Disaster if they were heard.
Shivers and caresses
Under silken sheets
Make quick need for cold water.
Meetings in the orchard--
Everywhere, the butterflies kissing.
Riddle, rhythm, high tide.

Now it's starting over:
In and out without a door,
Going to places far beyond plain
Hearth and home
To places of heart.
Safety zone, but

HOT

Written 11-17-03