Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Come Mon Chéri, sip on my red wine ‘neath the tender bowers of the jasmine vine.
Flaunting my stripped being thoughts spilling forth, haunting molten metaphors erupting exploding from my heart without warning
Pour the wine my brave Viking then paint my body with its fiery hues shades of dark claret velvet and hot crimson brushing fingertips across alabaster skin seeking the briny sea of tempting flesh leaving a trail of colorful stained bliss.
Croon to the moon love as you dance me to heaven glorify desire our love, a roaring hot fire passion, the tender kindling.
memory-the heart, 1937, found on fridakahlo.org “There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst”. –Frida Kahlo Heart laid bare ripped from her breast by a treacherous two the… Continue Reading “Broken Hearted Frida”
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