Over the evening's <br />enclosed snow-covered tennis <br />courts the sound <br />of wings carrying a passion back <br />to the womb in the darkness <br />an igloo made by my sons <br />fingertips along a <br />blazing hot phallus <br />half way in<br /><br />Mikael Ejdemyr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-solstice-immovable-mover-1/
