Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
And though her heart now gay life was once tragic when death’s pain had its way drowning life’s magic.
He, the powerful and brilliant sun- RA She, Venus, smaller than earth, orbiting his enticing light for no moon beckons to her in dark obsidian nights
So Leo says to Taurus I got a thing for that Aries girl would you mind trading places So I can give her a wild whirl?
Heart of mine sheds shards of tears from the pain of wanting you leaving cracks in the veined marble where our tender love once grew but now a mass of etched ecstasy stained stone.
Drowning in a sea of sensuous pleasure, looking only at your prized reflection, little Narcissus flower now, forever bound are you to the side of this mirroring pool.
Life’s retrospection collected like smooth pebbles from a riverbed I lay on the grassy shore listening to soft lapping
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