What’s not to love about a little love poem ; ) Waiting impatiently to savour the smokey taste tobacco wine chocolate dark traveller’s lips upon mine softly once more to hear that husky voice chattering like water coursing across mossy mountain rocks singing the delirious song of being into my soul under my Read More
After an especially dark and internal winter, the light of new creativity and power have been welling up from within those murky depths, the looming horizon becomes present, the Phoenix rises – it must be spring! Here’s a graphic to honour the phenomenon.
It’s winter – I’ve been writing a love poem for death – maybe it’s a Scorpio thing, I don’t know, but here ya go. what heaving wings fell through the black night spinning down to earth, hot body crouched in the moist ground pressed over naked form – the beloved crumpled wings and heart a kiss Read More