Female in thy grace though seeketh

Thine own sensuality

To find that which beeth abundant in thee

With all that be delicate,

God's Heart Dances when Women Laugh

Mirth peeks in.

A giggle is born.

It fights its way from our throats to our noses.

A SIMPLE BATH

I never take a bath
without paper and pen
my tape recorder
mystery novel
depends on what mood I'm in

Lots of bubbles
over

God, turn me into a man"
I sat down and prayed
I am sick of being overworked
And grossly underpaid

I want to have no manners
responsibilt y

She came with the hoover a crashing
As i slept off my night shift in bed
The wailing machine, made my fragile head scream
Could