oh dear... yes.. one just thinks one is poeticizing along, writing about frame drums, for instance... and what happens... next thing you know you're right along the sensual edge with your wet thumb, and some "brilliant stroke" is happening... yes , yes, only mine is a *he*, you know.. it's chemistry, I'm sure of it, our muses all just want to stay in bed...

This poem touches me. It feels like trying to write the perfect thing but once you actually write it down, you find something that fits better. I love it, great work David.

how didn't i find you sooner?