So cold… And a beautiful Mean Mary song.
.. (April is poetry month. My new poem number seventeen.) She came to me at midnight and she gave me whiskey kisses and kind words. I whispered to her. I need to taste… Continue reading
.. (April is poetry month. My new poem number seventeen.) She came to me at midnight and she gave me whiskey kisses and kind words. I whispered to her. I need to taste… Continue reading
I need more barefoot days… I want to remember a beautiful Summer day, I want to remember a sweet woman face, I want to remember a kind woman voice. I do remember her… 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