to climb rocks

erika . . . .hardangerfjord, norway

i wait for a break
through thickness
i know it comes slow
that's what you want
meanwhile

i must climb rocks
let many tell me of thier love for you
tuck me in, tickle my feet
sing songs of joy and sorrow
do handstands
weep

I must let you kiss my heavy
cold heart
melt me
humility of unrest
let our eyes meet
and smile

change
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elh apr2006