A thousand Persian little horses fell asleep
in the plaza with moon of your forehead,
while through four nights I embraced
your waist, enemy of the snow.
Thanks Cindy for the shared-obsession. Some bodies missing are a bigger deal than others.
To you Fedrico, I award this day after a mute holiday and a weary season.
Me and CK are writing up a storm, sometimes two at a time. Just. Because. We. Can.
So there, Intagliettes, that's a little pre-taste of 2010!