So much that fits -- her ribs, for instance,
are exactly my curved fingers. Her fingers
are exactly rings. And the rise of her breath belly
roundly fills my hand curved loosely --
my hand, that I did not know was empty.
So much that fits -- her ribs, for instance,
are exactly my curved fingers. Her fingers
are exactly rings. And the rise of her breath belly
roundly fills my hand curved loosely --
my hand, that I did not know was empty.
Wow! This is really good. I've enjoyed visiting and reading these wonderful "Vivian" poems... Congratulations. The final phrase is a killer...
Wow, that shade of purple is very flattering to Vivian, as is the lighting. She is gorgeous, and I miss her so much! (I miss you too.)