Between the softness is warmth
With gentle pressures enlightenment is mine
Mysteries unfold - secrets are told
Victory is not yet attained
A soft cry is heard grabbing me
Focusing my intentions and continuing
Beginning the slow manipulations testing my dexterity
The battle still rages
Slow undulations flow from the pace
Proceed with caution this deliberate work
The depth of you calls for more
Glory is near as petals inflame
The warmth has become an inferno
My unspeakable act causing this blaze
Valiant effort produces the sweetest nectar
Drinking deeply to my triumph as she shakes
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Reviews of "Kitten"
Reviewed by Christina
Reviewed on September 17, 2002
Beautiful, but then you could do nothing less.
Reviewed by TJ
Reviewed on May 2, 2002
I still love it as much as the first day I read it... it solicits a slow, warm smile.
Reviewed by Michael Bauer (Reader)
Reviewed on November 24, 2001
Very nice! Need I comment more? I don't think so - you said it all.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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