"I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that…
I wrote this short story I new it needed religon, sex and mystery. OH my God Im pregent I wonder whos it…
Just for Practice The Archetype Arien Mister…
Where have all the budding writers gone?…
In the dawning silence I can hear the phantom ring The world just seems to fall away I hear the angels sing Grief and pain just disappear My world is mine again And for that single moment I can live without an…
Velvet whispers Inaudible murmuring Stifled secrets Indigo shadows veil desperation Obscuring desire In a lucid azure dream I found you Under a sapphire…
Well, it so happens that I was asked my permission to dedicate 2 whole pages to me in an upcoming book called The International Who's Who of Poetry with one of the pages being my poem and the other page being a biography of me. Woohoo! (Hopefully it's…
I'd be interested to read more of your stuff, if you're willing to…
A Maiden Sara Teasdale Oh if I were the velvet rose Upon the red rose vine, I'd climb to touch his window And make his casement fine. And if I were the little bird That twitters on the tree, All day I'd…
I am precariously balanced
between two lovers
perilously stuck
in a smoldering state
of fertile flux
When I am supine under a blanket
of dynamic darkness
one brings bountiful bitterness
hand-carved from night's stone
amidst our dance of deprivation
I am sure it is he
I covet most
When I am vertical under a dawn
of lusty lightness
one brings benedictions of being
hand-picked from morning's flush
amid our carnal covenant
I am sure it is him
I crave more
Neither benefactor is wise
to the other's tugging tide
It is indeed a difficult plight
but you see for me it is right
because without
my day lover
my night other
I woud perish alone
unbalanced