Art calls your name from across the room, then whispers certain secrets when you come in close.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
THE SCENT OF PEAR The scent of pear is everywhere; tempting from across the room; they are giving, I receive, tasting from the morning air. We, the pair in comfort close, touching in our marriage bed; you breathe out, I breathe in; we are both the space between. Need we any further proof that we are all one universe, breathing out and breathing in, the pair, the pears, the morning air.