Light gently breaking on each one, as the blonde wood warms.
These women, rich in identity and words... sharing sentences.
I hear of salty sea-air spraying lighthouses.
I see the 'junges Mädchen' at her even younger friend's funeral in post WWII Germany.
I inhale the depths of a weary mother-wife whose hubby had a bikini-clad gal on his lap.
I hear and watch the way his pleats rustle as a Roman warrior runs down a dusty path.
I visualize a former chubby child who has thinned in to health.
And then there was me...
Feeling safe to release my gay truths
Into a room filling up with hundreds of fertile and intense pages.