The temperature
of thy hands speak
nothing of thine heart,
of thine passionate spirit
In the wind goes the
crimson and red
of your lust
in one ear
and out
the other
The temperature
of thy hands speak
nothing of thine heart,
of thine passionate spirit
In the wind goes the
crimson and red
of your lust
in one ear
and out
the other
TERAH RACHELLE VAN DUSEN 
Terah, the last line says so much!
You are one of the poets who taught me that less is more. So thank you.
Also, I crave your poetry.
You are fireing off these poems like a mad woman! Keep it up.;)
Thank you dear!