Touch Echo

sounds the unique clicking and pressing all things against each other the clever intimate grinding a light intuitive noise hardly waiting gravel crunching no fear no hesitation a natural pop, clap, whisper and weave two forms meeting a zen uniting skin of one form beguiling a tapping flickering glance a crisp connection fleeting a clandestine

Silver – Walter de la Mare

Originally posted on Riding effortlessly on a large green turtle:
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched in his kennel, like a log, With…