"My Favorite Things" (2) by Angela Thomas Laying with you was like falling onto a warm blanket of sand. It's not the kind of sand that pricks you and hurts, no, it's powder-white and fine, conforming and smooth. All the while, I felt like I was in danger of breathing too deep, closing my eyes, and inhaling too many grains. Still, every time I looked up, I saw you, a delicately scaped dune, precarious and perfectly formed. 02/03/2004 Author's Note: revision. Posted on 02/04/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)