gasping white light

Ann of Norway "into a thousand streamers of want I feathered against the unknown........................love this feathering against... a breath in the grasp of insanity..............................like the delicacy of the feather grasped. was as ribbons on the ground, I was tossed to roll aimless to reality"................. Like the paper streamers, or a dropped sandwich wrapper that slowly does its own personal dance in the chance breezes of life. These parts above seem to be expressing something different from the rest of the poem for me, suddenly the body is there in a realistic drama that was before so vapourous and of otherworldliness. But then again I can relate to the original too, and its hot the white of the hottest flame. Blaze on my Australian fire-lady blaze on, Ann sends her love with a white shower of kisses.

Dirty girl. Lol Oh to be on fire, I will get the hose. No, seriously this is perfect, written in beauty for the passion fire raged. Well done and I will catch up later, this is beautiful. Have a great day. Back soon. Love all. Lyz. XX

Dear S., This seems to flow so effortlessly. It's just beautiful. A breath in the grasp of insanity. You rock lady. P.

Beautifully minimal in the wording each word placed with delectable decision, each flavoured with a sensual twist that holds the interest to the last hot line...now that's what I call poetry!!! Seabhac

the first stranza itself made me flat. shan