http://lisapoetry.tribe.net/thread/61077c0e-818e-4297-8f9c-8a6b53406f53?format=rss Tribe.net. Local Connections http://lisapoetry.tribe.net/thread/61077c0e-818e-4297-8f9c-8a6b53406f53#ab3854ab-6a8b-4480-9d69-a8b7a032f464 the bath That, oh, so romantic beginning drawing a bath for your love the white porcelain claw foot tub light streaming through lace curtains your joy in ministering, these things is somehow, frustrating to me the places you stop, seemingly when I need your help the most when my bodies' become lax, muscularly flaccidly assaulted by the waters sway my fatigue grows with my panic recognizing how close the water is to my nose in repose, bouncing some vibrancy into my bones in hopes to attract some attention needing your help becomes the last thing I want, but am now forced to ask for so, between cinnamon french toast crackling I do, ask and you do, come manage french toast and all and I am clean and the coffee is strong and we are together mefr 05/26/09 Wed, 27 May 2009 03:07:26 GMT http://lisapoetry.tribe.net/thread/61077c0e-818e-4297-8f9c-8a6b53406f53#ab3854ab-6a8b-4480-9d69-a8b7a032f464 Eileen 2009-05-27T03:07:26Z