Dangerous stuff, Martin. Lots of little lights have flipped on in the land
of petc.....warnings......alarms......longings......and we'd thought it safe
to come out now that Valentine's Day had gone. Do send this in to Annie
Finch's this month's turn [love poems] at Guardian's Poetry Workshop. This
a WOW poem! URL for the Poetry Workshop:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/feb/13/annie-michaels-poetry-workshop-love
Judy
2009/2/18 Martin Dolan <[log in to unmask]>
> she undresses the dark
> smoothly, without hurry
> as though she were alone
>
> she undresses the dark
> there beside the window
> and stands in the moonlight
>
> she undresses the dark
> by touch, without looking
> and night falls to the floor
>
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