Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Serve me cold champagne every day and let’s dance in pale evening’s light clinging to one another, dipping, swaying to lulling sounds of nature’s orchestral night.
And though her heart now gay life was once tragic when death’s pain had its way drowning life’s magic.
As the Dark Angel fell, banished from heaven the universe ripped and unzipped a hole through the cloudy night sky.
My last words, whispered with bated breath before you turned and left leaving me alone and broken like a fallen egg from a robin’s nest.
She wept with a fiery fervency in a futile quest to suppress searing flames of her heart’s desires.
Burning passion flames within a woman reawakened The beast let loose untamed will not again be forsaken.
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