Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“Love is raw as freshly cut meat, mean as a beetle on the track of dung.”– Jim Harrison The innocent child in me believes in love with a pure intent the kind of love while dancing in a fairytale trance and wearing glass slippers.
Hold strong to here and now, we have found home our hands clasped and arms entwined in grace
“I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow by I don’t know what.”- Jim Harrison Eyes enrapt a vision in lace clad flesh fueling fiery imagination of entwined limbs, supple skin the lightest touch sensual urgent stare.
His heart is not an instrument for my supple fingers to strum sweet lips are not a sacrament of divine grace which to succumb.
This heart I give you as red fire sun sinks low in the evening sky Accept your fate, for love must not wait nor beg me the question as to why.
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