Tell me
Whisper
Soft as the breath
Drawn in on wonder
Sweeter
Than a bakery birthday cake
As delicious as
Christmas morning
A vision
Cloaked in a baby-powder fog
Your lure
Includes tendrils
Winding sweet-pea gentle
Barbed-wire tough
Morphine-dipped
And I can’t bear it
Yet fighting is impossible
Please tell me
You’re caught on the other end
SMT 12/12/07
Sylvia Masters, a hot fifty-two year old widow and CEO of her husbands company is challenged by her own instincts, family and friends when the Lieutenant investigating the murder of her ex-fiancee ask her to dinner. After a tumultuous beginning, the
I really like it. the alternating textures kinda 'tickle my fancy' ... if you 'catch my drift'.
then, after re-reading, applying the title... I get the visual of a spider web...
hasta la vista, baby... tom