Why This Man my feet wiggle with soil and the last crop of the seasonthey tantalize my senses as I ponder each logical reason while my heart still beats rapidly from the tender touchof a man I barely know, yet dare, to crave this much Why This Man connecting freckles, on my arms, and makeup naked faceI smell my white dress, to…
Category: Coast
The Calling Ocean
The Calling Ocean a trail of love springs forth with morning gloriesrain disperses drops, on steaming, searing sandtemperate waves leave kisses on briny shoreslike a ring placed on the ankle of a new bridemoonlight is tasting the glitter of dusk of a regalement of tearsshifting like sighs of lost sand dollars on ocean’s symphonic shoredraped…
