The Art of Love
Originally posted on kimjim43:
Could a person write, The tension of night, Were words uttered in spite? ? Even Poetry couldn’t express, This rising distress, Of emotions persistent regress; ? – ? How…
Originally posted on kimjim43:
Could a person write, The tension of night, Were words uttered in spite? ? Even Poetry couldn’t express, This rising distress, Of emotions persistent regress; ? – ? How…
Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. He told me. “Damn if you do, damn if you don’t. Life is like spin the bottle playing with your sister. All you get is… Continue reading
Rear-end of a so-call love She poured the tequila and she told me I was the only one. I whispered to her, to the only one I’m holding tonight and I kissed… Continue reading
Originally posted on Rivers Renewed:
As the winter moves in, just above the trees, the night sky bends and surrenders with a shimmer of snow sparkling in the early daylight. Another day is…