All dressed up and no place to go,
And not one invitation.
Believing in a dream
And indeed the whole night through
I was drapped by your nakedness.
Beauty- pink on cotton sheets-
So hurried to remove
My new clothes.
By dawn I awake, starry-eyed;
And sweating beneath piles of rags unknown.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
A Tribute To Tony Conner
Posted by Carlus Wilmot at 9:48 AM
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