poems steam October 18, 2013by heather anne a dance in the hips feathers weaving through the spine steam on the window Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest 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