What’s her name? Simple question from mother to son – recognizing the love-lifted joy of his countenance. I cannot tell, said he, you’ll ask too
Tag: Love
Sexy Sailed
Born brilliant, and good looking, he had me dancing, fevered – red cat woman, I am porcelain, prisoner, cup fishing, long to explore dark words
Heart Bleeding
Even lamplight cannot penetrate the obliteration of blizzard white – the icy absence between us. Red was the colour of our passion, now red is
Endurance
Victorious love – even in loss holds merit, spurs the growth of wings. (For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge)
A Feathered Fable
Statuesque as a Great Blue Heron, she wades silently, patiently, her long-necked beauty, and generous wingspan, testament to a tender soul. She dreams of a
Epic Love
She, deadly beautiful, innocent as Ophelia He, toxic ash – turmoil and fury Together, love soared, then, like a tempest Twisted out of control, sanity
