When morning melts away the nightand sunshine streams across your face,I am the spirit in that light.I am the afterglow you taste.A mirrored image in the glass,an empty robe, two padding feet,a feathered touch across your ass,the scent that...

Planting seeds yesterday got me thinking.   Seeds,with their protective coating,will sit undisturbed for years in a dry place.But,put them in the soil with water and sun and voila...plants appear.   For all intents and purposes they were dried up and dead.   What if...