Category: Poetry

My box is made of cherry finish wood,  a little something for my […]
Must we drink dregs of customs,  watch as fledgling   flings itself towards […]
I never quite grasped the concept of erotic frisson  until we collided;  as […]
  You might not consider me swift because realm  of words has an […]
Here we are with wildflowers rising; seeming   as weeds to the causal […]
Her ribcage lowly lit by candelabras   speaks of desires and growing impulses;   […]