My Muse tales of fervidness ringchurch bells echo lovecrimson clover twig bendsto highlands freezing winter winds sliding near you, my loveflowers petals tumblingas our warming winter bodiesmeet in the middle with our teasing lips To continue reading, please go to Spillwords, and be sure to like and subscribe. Thank you Dagmara and staff for this…
Category: Passion
Flaming Sunset Now Live On HotelMasticadores
touch my skin through silk, as air-born feathers malleable to your tender strokes, I close my eyes release me, take me from my bone-thin ancient tethers space disappears, my beloved refuge, pursue me assimilate my soul, as a window weeper whose pain is tainted by my clarity of the indignant power of the sea…
“Song Bird” now live on Hotelmasticadores
Whispering, your tongue holds back crestfallen thoughts. Nails grip my thighs with the blinding voice of anguish. Winter squalls belt my heartache. Dusk’s eyeless shadows linger at open windows. I tether my sensitivities to a fishing hook that hangs by a hair plucked from my head. My wren and her heart-stopping song are lost. Her…
“False Security” Now Live On Hotel
Standing sideways, like a cool drink of water with sandy hair, freckles, and blue-green eyes, you wink. Lissom oaks that taste one too many tempests tire and lean upon false walls of hope. Your welcoming harbors were the key that unlatched my heart. Like the Crepe Myrtle, I shed my bark, to expose the pearly…
Cracks In Our Stones
cracks in the old stone cry out to melike a whimpering fairy with golden eyessmooth still, aging skin upon the river swept rockssweltering, charming a parasol’s reflection of the mirthful sun as you rub their skin, it is softlike a new pup’s underbelly, yieldingas lovers, we often lean upon our stony surfaceyou, the royal stem…
My New Poem “Beauty”
her curse like white egret orchid calla lily, breast milk of hera, wife of zeus mandarin-claret leaves whirl fall kisses savory cheek beauty her curse silence sings in black notes scripting letters in the sky emotions bleed barren sigh
Live on MasticadoresIndia ( Now called ChewersMasticadores ) – Full of Treasures
treasures climb into my basket sun whispers, I capture with dew two wrens with a picnic for two a lone red berry from a holly tree anoles who are looking for heat pearls, riches found deep in the sea your heat in any winter’s night hiccups from a small toy poodle my words, I am…
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…
Smells of memories
This beautiful painting is by Anna Razumouskaya via Pinterest