Rings

she purrs in silent slumber moonlit hair flowing like some ancient, sacred river velvety rising and falling of belly and breasts form tiny, magic rings of love floating to the rafters filling the room the house…the space in my heart’s darkest chamber as i slide ‘neath the sheets kiss her soft perfumed cheek tears well my wondering eyes… how could god wrap such beauty in so frail a package Spring, Texas ‘90

Artwork  - "Druantia and Aengus Og" by Helena Nelson-Reed      
 

Play "Rings" recited by Cameron Jones