Cocoa Butter and Strawberries: Florence Diary

slink, K and aakar...

thanks...its a personal piece (duhh), written, as i mostly write my other stuff, in a fit of passion (the platonic, inspired, mused kind i reserve for writing)..
it needs revision so im glad you guys didnt nit pick at that stuff..its still a `gut` piece.

im waiting for temporal to come on and cringe :)

slink: is it still zarquon@.....i didnt get a response.
K: email.
aakar: no, its not just you....

rizvi.

dear F. Zehra Rizvi

i found your poem quite sensuous and evocative.

despite the hindisms/urduisms, however, also very occidental in its emotions.

i`m not sure if that`s just me, though.

regards

aakar patel

zehra, zehra, zehra...i couldn`t sleep so i logged on...and now...well, i definitely can`t sleep now. did i ever tell you that even now ``blood rushes`` when i read ``the temptress at barnes and noble``? well, this work is every bit as good .

loved the imagery, loved the ``lyrics``, loved the...feeling....at times i could taste and smell this poem. a veritable feast for the senses...you go girl.

in the short time i`ve known you, you`ve grown as a writer, as a woman...so much. it`s very exciting to see, y`know...

i think we both had a summer of re-birth. details soon. promise.

-!K!-

wooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeee!
what a sexy poem :) it made me `nostalgic`for the days when i too could roam unfettered, junglee, alive, and cram every bit of life i found into my mouth.
uh oh...you might have re-awakened my appetite. expect angry mail from my husband soon.:p