poems steam October 18, 2013by heather anne a dance in the hips feathers weaving through the spine steam on the window Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Some call it red 
That sounds hot.
Doesn’t it, though? 😉
Feels hot too.
The pictures you paint
With a few well chosen words
Make me leer broadly
Steam on the window
a chorus of movement slides
in erotic dance