 Bonnie Knickerbocker
Lynne Berril |
Lichen Love
Verging towards the withheld we you and I grow separately aware how abandoned bodies still fevered with phantoms of early loving suffer quicksilver lizards of pulsing lust as they slide beneath flaming flesh seeking the soul and expire with the sigh of desire.
Dryness invades us and deadens us.
But look: Those lizards have Left a lichen trail - . Muted colours gleam washed in the rain of renewing learning
Eva Tucker |
