Tentative steps we circle each other in a hopeful dance. I feel your heart beating a rhythmic chant against my skin, and the soft whispering of your lips falls like leaves to my ears. Never quite saying the words that linger on your tongue and in my eyes. Are we afraid to say them, afraid they will fly away? Stolen by unseen fingers, greedy for destruction..
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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Edwin
on the roll again...and this is a great start, this
poem!