Help me! She cried In grassy repose Her breath clear and strong Again from her run Cerulean canvas And pure white cloud Remind her she’s small In case there was doubt The wind from the west Blows oak and beech wild Twin centaurs watch over This poor weeping child Crows call … Continue reading Spurned
Category: Loss
The Wound
This thing between us was Fun and light A summer day in my life I bathed myself in your sun Embraced someone Far from his wife Open hearted soft The sweet kiss of Little death Your delicious gift Was transitory A moment’s starry breath For you remained True to an ideal Of union … Continue reading The Wound
