the lamplight precedes
the evening with its own glow
the tug boat moves ahead of the ship
the kiss precedes the touch
the one I want so much
the chocolate dripping out of the window pane
too sunny, one so same
the soft cotton blowing in the wind
reaching its message to the Indian
he hugs his wife and retreats to shelter
for they also feel the flames of passion
reaching to them across the lands.
by BelleHunter‚Â