Friday, November 24, 2006

Growing Our Love

I sat thinking
thirty million miles a second
of when we left blanketed world
of hide-and-seek
to explore our own music,
to hear a burst of jazz
whine above the lashing rain.

The drizzle dampened our coats
chilled our bones,
dripped into our hearts
growing our love.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Ouch.

~Female from planet Earth