The Devil

Mount Ararat holds the wind in the silence of snow peaks where splinters of the ark rub nails creaking in her cypress side hope traversing mountain wafts lavender, jasmine, and wisteria sing woeful at an oath once absolute Please read the rest of my poem at MasticadoresIndia, if you enjoy the piece you can show […]

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Teasing Florets

raw am I, naked and sweetplacing myself before youblossoms tease and temptlost in their scent bouquetinformal fragrances will bowbreath like breeze, he craves me now

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