I'm having my black coffee during this reading. I trust the toast made delicious by your loving hands will be rye, as the butter and I melt into your arms.
Undoubtedly, ev'n your words seemed to be damn "Over Easy" which ripping an every "Diagnostic Diagonal" of hearts', dramatically. You speak the heart in so few deep words & touch many intangibly untouched spirits with cascaded love-depths.
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Your reviews leave me speechless, and I thank you for the warmth they bring!
warm and comforting feelings from this short, subtly suggestive, romantic poem ... yummmmmmmmmmmm! eggs just went on the menu for me this morning ;)
E.
superb Kelly, that's my kinda breakfast, you cooked up a storm of passion, a plate of delight, just amazing :)
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
It's 12:40 in the a.m., and I am starving, wouldn't you know? ...I must dream of pancakes and coffe.. read moreIt's 12:40 in the a.m., and I am starving, wouldn't you know? ...I must dream of pancakes and coffee! Thank you, my friend!
I love it how you make love so tangible by giving us the sunday morning feeling but also by giving it a physical dimension, you want to enbrace it fully but your arms cannot reach that far.
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
I adore your analogy, Philip...of the arms not reaching. Thank you so much!