These candles, floating delicately
in scented oils, are ever burning
in the windows, upon the mantle,
down the hallway, encircling our bed;
lighting the path that leads
us home...


Alyce, 2000

talk about a map!!
whew!
don't gotta fold this one
it fits in the palm of a hand!

i'm scared of you Alyce!!!

:)

Beautiful Gurl!!!

the glow of pure joy bouncing off of lovelit bodies locked inside the arms of 'home'.


You betta SAY THAT, Ms. A

B

Beautiful Blast From Our Glorious Past!

1poetsought ~

love how u spray da beauty cross da globe