Sunday, January 06, 2013

ponderings


I stand here pondering the ways of the world; you tell me you want me, more than anything in the world.  I dress the way you like when you say it makes me more naked than when I’m naked. When I beckon you to the table of sensual delight, you smile and wave, but you keep shoveling snow.
Mag #150. image by Daniel Murtagh