Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
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.
On this hot and humid midsummer’s eve the river calls to me as bullfrogs croak in a throaty bass while a whippoorwill sings in the trees.
When the willows weep at night they call to the flower moon Come and spread your light through our slender tendrils as beetles scurry underfoot banish the deepening gloom.
Golden caramel eyes stalking her across the sea of strangers a shiver runs up her spine as she senses impending danger.
Collecting porcelain pieces of her fractured heart the girl once so innocent, now wary and guarded works to ease the pain from the knifelike shards creating a masterpiece out of her broken parts.
Drowning in amber velvet of his golden eyes as torrid heat radiates from his unwavering gaze she yearns to feed the fire smoldering in his thighs.
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