When love, open-eyed and uplifting appeared she shuddered, withdrew, Shame’s shadow casting putrid projections fear and uncertainty cloaked her, masked desire as repulsion – wore
Tag: Love
A Tragic Flaw
Was it real, or a dream? Flash of brown eyes.. that smile – just for him – inviting… Consumed was he raced everyday to that
Love Talk
It’s like cycling uphill in three lanes of traffic in a snowstorm trying to communicate with you I keep peddling – sending signals – but
Washed Ashore
Was willing to settle even before casting off anchorless, with no compass to guide me, no oar to steer left fate to the currents a
60’s Vibes
Sixties’ doctrine was all about love – long-haired hippies espousing anti-establishment, warriors sitting for peace, getting their groove on. Too young to grasp the concepts
Midsummer Night’s Trap
I am no Titania, whose mind poisoned by Puck’s subterfuge, finds your asinine nature alluring. You once slaughtered all rational instincts, beheaded my sensibility, paraded
