Dear Water Judith Brice cerulean water, slide over me now, glide smooth— let me swim between your drops, take in your rain-fresh breath; I will lace your lips to my face— drape your silver arms warm around my neck— await then your dew-sip tongue to lick my cheeks. Let there be time; dear water, let … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/06/2014 – await then your dew-sip tongue