Friday, August 22, 2008

168x365 - Trixie

scent of shucking corn
and she's here, her joy
at stealing a cob from basket
as I knelt on soil, she ran

on heel, how in thunderstorm
she trembled, wanted only
my body's contact, eyes wide
how her breathing heaved.


Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Ah, I didn't want to go to bed until I'd read something satisfying. This is it.

Pearl said...

I know that feeling.

thanks for saying Rosemary. :)