“The coming storms”
The coming storm. Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She whispered… Continue reading
Daily Archive: June 17, 2019
When She Was Young: Song of the Lotus
Originally posted on Bits of Poetry:
“The lotus, which was so delicious that those who ate of it left off caring about home, and did not even want to go back and say…
Angie
Angie I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel. You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless words… Continue reading