6 May 21, 2012May 21, 2012 nancy maire . . . soft howling bloody lonesome was the wind around my head quiet down now quiet down my heart will hear you and i can’t go around moaning like a school girl in love with the notion of warm breath and first kisses . . . Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)
Oh my land. This is one of my favorites. (I have a lot of those in these parts.) And that image? Blurry red lipstick kisses. Oohlala. [is this one going in your book? if i talk about your book enough, i hope you’ll build it. build it. and they will come. & read it.] Reply
Sweet.
silly old wind…
Oh my land. This is one of my favorites. (I have a lot of those in these parts.)
And that image? Blurry red lipstick kisses. Oohlala.
[is this one going in your book? if i talk about your book enough, i hope you’ll build it.
build it. and
they
will
come. & read
it.]
i suppose if it’s gonna get done, ima gonna have to do it…
Wow, those words are wonderful!
hi, valerie :-) thanks for the comment.