youthful buds whisper tiny voices animate stolen secrets weave does, calves leaping jesting with siblings grassland tickles bare shoulder, he is smitten giggles come softly fledgling’s plump lips quiver as butterfly kisses on soft velvety cheeks elicit joyous moans amidst tears, she utters love you, my cherished red-headed woodpecker plays a jazzy drum beat To…
Category: mature love
My New Short Story “Last of Her Kind” now live on MasticadoresIndia
My leather dress clung tight to tired, wet skin. At almost seven-foot-tall, I was a woman that obtained attention around humans far too quickly. Thin, my shoulder blades stuck through just below my long, cylindrical neck. It will be my last visit to say goodbye to a family of humans called the Simons. Every year…
My New Poem “US” now live on Masticadoresindia
whisper softly in my tender ear as shadows of memories linger near fire crackles, tender our love forever soft heat rising, warms up swiftly our bedroom loft laughter sparks seedlings of love with ageless years sometimes sorrow invades mixing dialog with liberating tears To continue reading, please visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ) and…
Spillwords press nyc has nominated “love me like a luna” for publication of the month
I am honored to have been nominated for publication of the month for November 2022. If you like the poem I would be very grateful to have your vote for this publication. Please vote here at SpillWords Press NYC. petals drop from hazel eyesmoonbeams dust, cleaning skiessleepy mushrooms deny they snorevester bats taste an array…
Luring Nature
he touches me through lavender silkbumble bees gather tiny dots of yellowspirited hands touching warm, yielding flesha vivid sun puts on an eye patch, an attempt at veilingus, as our desire heightens, pine and sage, breathing and smellingmy darling, there is a spot you have not yet found, and I am not telling God hangs…
Please Read my pieces of poetry on I WRITE HER/ THE SHORT OF IT
Sadness Moans shooting pain lurches like a stranger in the blackest night where monsters live releasing their copies, swarming past, out of sight jealousy walks on rugged stones stealing from the gifted holding hands of small cactus plants until the desert sands are shifted behind their peering eyes a Judas runs to throw a stone…
making love under a canapy of willow oaks
Buttercups with reflective cells make the sunshine upon your face. Tickling the leaves as they dance graciously upon the trees, the musing of light bringing me to my knees. Emerald eyes sipping the fragrant nectar of nature as I am smitten with the beauty of the sky. My eyelet dress barely covering my breasts brought…
