The heat between us
A fire aglow
Yet somehow wet
Intense and slow
Our demons focus
On one deadly sin
The night
You were meant to know
Angelic body
Heaven sent
My thoughts are filled
With good intent
Our passion swirls
Widdershins
To know the night
You were meant
Skin blazing
In the firelight
My tongue, your depths
Your lips, my heights
Such whispers breathed
To draw us in
You were meant
To know the night
I write heartache and love, melancholy and magic, surrealism and silliness, romance and rage, and that’s the poetry. The prose is sometimes poetry in disguise, and sometimes a story of triumph, or of surreal sarcastic humor, of dystopia, or entertainment, or simply something unexpected.
Find your favorite tag, pull up a chair, and relax. You’re in for a ride. I’ve got an
amusement park full of them.
I blog at Ward Clever
Oooh, very nice!
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Thank you! I really appreciate that!
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Beautiful imagery!
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Thank you so much!
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Thank you, Christine! I’m sorry I’m so late – I thought it was going up on Blood Into Ink. I get confused sometimes.
I’m linking to you now!
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I get a little confused sometimes too! Love working with multiple collectives but I have been known to reblog onto the wrong site
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I have been known to be weird.
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