byĀ MikeĀ L. Utley āI found thee in a faerie copseā¦ā āHmm?ā she murmuredHer gaze caught somewhereIn the rainy neon night-worldBeyond the coffee shop windowHer fingers weightlessFeather-likeIn my handEtherealFurnace-hot āI found thee in a faerie copseAlighting on each flower fairAnd as I āproached thee in the hopesOf snaring thee in loversā ropesThou disappeared into thin airā¦ā She …







