
“We lie in each other’s arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colours of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire.” Marge Piercy
Lost And Found Hands as whispers, fingers as feathers, gestures lightly placed, skin as eyes so softly feel the finest tears of sweat from deep kindled heat, she the journey he'd dreamed, he an adventure traced in ecstasy, both lost of the road begun, and found in the meander of the lush rich map of each other. ©Paul Vincent Cannon