accidents of color 12/31/2006 10:19 a.m. I know too much about your hands to just let them go to bed without praying or taking mine; pick a stem of rosemary for my release depends on this
I love th intimacy here--I keep seeing hands, as if I knew them too. The tenderness, the desire..and expectations. And I love the equations-- in this-- praying--or taking yours--or picking rosemary--- all creating-- release.
