Monday, April 7, 2008

And Runeth...

An early piece from the William Purtell series.



Frostbitten Footprints



I've held the fleeting
teardrops of the moon,
A sylph lazily
caressing my back,
Undine tenderly
rubbing my feet.

Were you awake, then?

My breath tracing its way
through November air.
My hand tracing its way
along your November flesh.
You were asleep, my love,
and in sooth I poured the sand.

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