“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…

His dancing water lily

the deep arch in her backbending only for your eyeslong slender legs adorningdazzling reds of sleepy sunwater reflecting a silhouettesilk soft like butterfly wingshis dancing waterlily, his lovetrees purr to her able splendorknowing he will be ever tenderwith each move, his heart surrenders