| as fantasy as fantasy is a place where it rains...... she waits earth ready as body is a world down where song finds root, her god's ears are listening as book is a place where carved pebble words lay awaiting the spring of reading eyes while heart is place where teeth are useless and smile reigns married to tear. Thus legs are a place which finds her running beyond obvious fields listening to crumpled sounds of personal forest steaming up hard breath hill racing over thistle bed and sharp flint carpet to arrive at desire's enveloping long eared deep arm chair of fantasy ..........awaiting instruction. jh 2008 |