RightHand
04-07-2005, 01:13 AM
My thoughts are often with this man
whose heart has beat against my breast in tangled sleep
This man with whom I've shared so many nights of peaceful dreams
our full reward for days well lived
Who showed me Minnesota one December
then walked the beach with me that hot New England spring
Who understands my taste for Jackson Pollack
and solitude
and touches in the night
whose heart has beat against my breast in tangled sleep
This man with whom I've shared so many nights of peaceful dreams
our full reward for days well lived
Who showed me Minnesota one December
then walked the beach with me that hot New England spring
Who understands my taste for Jackson Pollack
and solitude
and touches in the night