Translucent Voice
the snow flakes from the ceiling
of cloud cover & drifts down
to hear your soft voice
you’r talking to me
& thru your voice I hear a touch
of love of caring
and now my mind fills with times
we went down country roads toward
the mountains together...
cold wind skims across the
matted, scattered leaves
your voice with it
then you knock at the door
long hair swinging with translucent skin
and smile
we bathe together
me rubbing your legs
kissing your body clean
Copyright 2005 njTare
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