little rOcks fOr ages caressed, pOlished by time and the deep cOOl water: human’s fOrmless fOrm, never fOund nOr lOst the ephemeral thOught in its mOrtal swOOn strOked by lOver’s hands sOftly rOund & rOund sure, everything has a cOst even a bOOby knOws that but lOve’s visiOn has nO bOunds sO is hOpe bOdy sOul take it slOw, bOy feel the vibratiOn under nOOn’s hand & see a hummingbird knOcking heart against a cOld wOrld stOp lOOking but lOOk! Open wide & acknOwledge the light! ::Z.Z. '05