....working wood with my hands has become the wood working delight of my heart, where I am lost within the details of the wood grain and exposed by the outcome of the finish….
She was a wooden beauty,
and I loved her for that,
and so my heart ran after you,
longing to touch your soulish heart,
as many before had tried and failed.
Yes I knew when I came upon you,
how you had tossed your looks,
to the many that passed your way,
but with me it was different,
since we both stared too long.
While in that extra second,
I saw and you felt,
till what was common between us,
the poets have called and named as desire,
and I turned your wooden heart into a heart of flesh.
Spalted Apple Wood
“Desideria” is her name.
You all have a very good day!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/