The unwashed eyes found the laughing wings.
Their claws aching,
And silky sex
love and laughter
Hot and open,
where your hand passing
chills our delicious core.
Blackness pretends to fall in my nighted chair, and on my hour pillow.
One and one
above the stars
cannot light me.
Oh dark and passionate, an interesting poem.
haunting, enjoyed reading this one. great images.
"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? "
"Here chewing your tail is joy"
"Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time".
"Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent"