I Stare into the Fire
Late January
In a place where
Winter is Perpetual spring
a tender shoulder
makes my
mouth
wet
As I stare into the fire.
It is enough to be here now.
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dreamlanddancing 
February 6, 2015 at 10:22 pm
I like this 🙂
Take Care you Matter
)0(
maryrose
February 9, 2015 at 12:15 am
Good to hear from you again. Finally sort of finished (minus editing, etc.) the second novel. Been very out of touch (went way down the rabbit hole.)
Blessings be,
Chazz