Dispassionate to the pleas of my own yearnings
Tongue tied with truths hidden in genuine lies
My fingers thrum with distant memory of touching skin
Soul stolen and stirred into your caramel eyes
Do I still exist with every lick of your lips …
is the lack of any connection your final decision?
©03/2020
Whiskey Tales and Spells 
Your words are always beautifully poignant, Dana. Is the photo underwater? Or would the photographer want us to think so?
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The photo is of moving water – but from above, not below. And thank you, Professor. It is so good to hear from you!!!
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Your photography is still very creative, as much as your words, and sometimes just as mysterious. 😉 Always good to connect with you, too, Dana.
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Smiles. And I think I am an open book.
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