Egypt, Tobago Comments

across love-tousled sheets, the triremes fading. Ar the carved door of her temple a fly wrings its message. a great poem. tony

everything else is vanity, but this tenderness. a very fine poem. tony

Numb Antony, in the torpor stretching her inert near him like a sleeping cat, knows his heart is the real desert. Nicely said

The real desert! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

All very nice, very nice But he really should have thought twice

sputtering at flies, slapping their foreheads with the laurel's imprint, drunkards, comedians................

beautiful...............

man, thanx nice work: o)