Category: Poetry

(i) It falls down as nectar making the ground wet with salvation, I […]
Cushion-deep, his scent circles me and my thoughts elemi, pink pepper and geranium […]
And so, it happens, midway upon the journey of life I find myself […]
In the realm of you, my dappled sky is moonless, fringed with fire […]
This flesh is mine, it has bled, and shed remnants of lies saccharine– […]
Night was elongation of berry-red urge and desire, carrying your words like wisps […]