I fall like Oak leaves, sprouting bright again in spring. The winter is cold... Snow, though is water that lasts long to propel later growth.
I tie a ribbon in a foolish way, draw on the most frayed, pulling taut our damaged heart strings, hand painted with altered memories where we still laugh and wish… for the dulcet notes of deceit to cease and enough truth to get through these knots in the web we wove. I tried to undo … Continue reading Double Not
Cold shoulders, warm suns, new breaths, chances to renew never go to waste.
Dismal are Sunday rains. Mind drifts to cryptic messages you scribd in collarbone hollows, vibrating in sync with the wicked force of your body, exploring the depths of my quaint heat dripping warm cream. Dare to picture the results such extraordinary fantasy motivates. Soul unions are unpredictable; your enchantment? Unparalleled. Body aches remind me of … Continue reading Blues Song for the Love Sprung