What I remember mostare your delicatefingerscreasing the edges,folding and turning,twisting and shapingthe everything ofanything youtouchinto all the differentcreatures ofcreationuntil finally and at last,I rest warm in yourempathetic palm,panting and thumping,dripping with yourimmaculate essence.I am almost as beautifuland imaginativeas you.Then,...

Across the yard through midnight dewcomes soft the silhouette of you,and by my bedroom lamp you seethe dimly glowing shape of me,translucent in my silky lace.You pause a glance, then push the pace,up ivy-covered trellis climbin moonlight green, as...

Prince Quan The pounding of little feet running down the hallway can only mean one thing. “Prince Quan the royal mother is requesting your presence in the throne room” The message was delivered by Yuna, my mother’s handmaiden and royal spy.  “Why the...