Feeling a quake from the fortieth floor ( To a friend on the fortieth floor)

Something  shook.   I think it was my heart Filled with the morning rush And kisses sweet of last night Lin     ger          ing.   A trembling glass, a bed that walks, Furniture coming to life, the sky through the windows.   I need to … Continue Reading Feeling a quake from the fortieth floor ( To a friend on the fortieth floor)