Her blogs and bulletins read

Like a box of long lost love letters,

Passionate, still perfumed,

A mystery…

No names, no addresses,

A pure passion fossil of

Longing, desire, of love,

Imbedded forever

In time….

Like the imprints of lovers

Nighttime nude at noon

On the warm summer sand

Of a secluded beach

Somewhere…

© Stephen Nesbitt