Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Desire is a slow ember glowing, burning Igniting flames to illuminate black night Their need dangerous wanting, yearning For that which is gone from tender sight Igniting flames to illuminate black night Two souls craving the fiery touch of another For that which is… Continue Reading “Desire is a Slow Ember”
Here, in this place, this haphazard garden, is peace. The lavender spills into the path, breaking free of its boundaries. The bright orange Mexican sunflowers with their golden pom-pom centers, are blooming even now in late November. Bees hover around the milkweed, gathering pollen… Continue Reading “Waiting for the Roses”
Heartbroken, she now forever resigned For alas her sorrow had come to stay No bells were tolling, no telling signs No hooting owl on that bitter cold day, When a fragile heart stopped and the world went grey She walks at night praying to… Continue Reading “Grey”
And yet– nothing is real. I cannot caress your skin, memorize its texture, feel the heat of your manhood rising from my silky touch I cannot kiss your moist lips, taste their essence, swallow Amrita with you I cannot gaze into your hungry eyes… Continue Reading “Touch”
She sets the table with finest linens she is famous for spoiling her guests Beautiful silver laid in proper manner, for her delicious friends, only the best Once seated to enjoy the savory meats, only then do they realize that they are the feast.… Continue Reading “Dinner for One”
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