(April is poetry month. New poetry number twelve.) The ballad of the angry woman. She was an unbounded lady sitting alone at Happy Hour in the Monterey Irish Pub. Long Island Ice Teas,… Continue reading
The death of love. A lonely lullaby. 1- Once upon a time, you came to me at midnight and you went to my bedroom. You stripped off your clothing and you waited for… Continue reading
Softly we must go. Softly we go, you and me. We had danced in many dangerous storms and we wanted more. Baby sweet, honey, my love. We need shoeless days, we need to… Continue reading
So cold. She came to me at midnight, and she gave me whiskey kisses and kind words. I whispered to her. I need to taste your skin; I need to know you wild… Continue reading
Softly we go… Softly we go, you and me. We had danced in many dangerous storms and we want more. Baby sweet, honey, my love. We need shoeless days, we need to hear… Continue reading
Roses and lovers… “O my love, O my love.I said: Let me fall or stand,let me fall or stand,let me live or die,but this once hear me speak-O my love, O my love.Yet a… Continue reading
So cold… She came to me at midnight and she gave me whiskey kisses and kind words. I whispered to her. I need to taste your skin, I need to know you wild… Continue reading
Barefoot day.. I need a easy day. I need the Pacific ocean and no place to be. I need a kind voice, good songs and time to write. I need a barefoot day,… Continue reading
She came to me at midnight and she gave me whiskey kisses and kind words. I whispered to her. I need to taste your skin, I need to know you wild and not… Continue reading