Bøger af Chet Taylor

'Amor is etched with ecstasy' I once told her, her hands Holding unto my shoulder. The light touch of a low, slow moon Meant neither of us imagine being alone.(from Life's a Long Day)They touch each other again: Maybe exists a place of grace, Maybe of meeting, of merger, Where memories outlast lives, Where sea and sky seal without seam.(From Love Among the Ruins)Select subtle spices from a cupboard shelf, It'll strip slowly layers from any covered self For a rose is arroz is eros.(From Nobody Knows the Truffles I've Seen)