April 18, 2006
A little Ray
"Her nose breathes in the air of a world that I know: therefore I love that nose. Her ears hear music I might sing half the night through; therefore I love her ears. Her eyes delight in seasons of the land; and so I love those eyes. Her tongue knows quince, peach, chokeberry, mint and lime; I love to her it speaking. Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain."
Posted by Narzack on April 18, 2006 at 12:00 PM | Get some!