Written by: Anthony Slausen

Dear tenderline,
(crystal pyramid hearted)
this king's chamber is empty
my queen's is filled with flowers

like a child with a bubble ring,
your essence blowing rainbows lovingly...
but long to come, to soon gone
beautified in its diamond studded brevity

if not in this tassled lifetime, 
 for certain in the next
hand to hand-mind to mind
soul to soul will quarter time

for now 
we splash in word puddles,
two chalk children 
shivering in cold cyber rain
a valley of three leaf clover dreams...
i'm sorry for the charade,
dear tenderline