Monday, July 16, 2007


One strand of your golden hair upon my arm draws my flesh to rise. It is provocative like a mistress interfering with a life already established. Its’ delicacy tips the balance of good and evil within me, where I stand feels undetermined. Aleathia Drehmer 2006 Published by Laura Hird Spring Showcase 2007

1 comment:

K.A. Bell said...

I like this. I also enjoyed your poem on Motherkisser. I'll be checking back here more often. ;)