Life w/o dreams? No, thanks.
You'll like this poem.A White CityMy thoughts turn southa white citywe will wake in one another's arms.I wakeand hear the steampipe knocklike a metal heartand find it has snowed.-James Schuyler
I'm tired now, and this poem makes a sweet soporific with its transparent sensuality.You know what, Charlie? I'm really glad to find a romantic spice in you.Thanks for the beautiful poem.I really love it, you already know me.