Almost not enough light.
\nCold, gloomy day,
\nwoman with mother of pearl rain
\non your face.
\nHow spoiled I am by sun,
\nby warm radiance,
\nby people moving about,
\nand voices.
\nI stand beneath eaves.
\nI see the dancing glitter of water,
\nthe harebells of silver drops
\nlining under branches.<\/p>\n
Eyes seductive with sleep,
\nhalf opened lids of wonder,
\nthe sensuous lingering
\nof a woman\u2019s warmth.
\nThe cold delight of air
\nbrushing my face,
\nand the edge of my own star
\ntouching space,
\nalive and well,
\nholding time in my hands.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Almost not enough light. Cold, gloomy day, woman with mother of pearl rain on your face. How spoiled I am by sun, by warm radiance,…<\/p>\n