The willow is a gift I bring on eventide,
but not with tears for the life I have buried;
he is an evergreen branch of that sorrowful tree, 518 more words
2 weeks, 6 days ago
If you’re hung and hairy, so tough and sweet,
Then you’re the kind of man I want to meet,
If you wanna turn it loose, set it free, 17 more words
3 weeks ago
Sand I held in my empty palms to fill them,
which thirsted for knowledge of all things forbidden.
Having reached out to such distances in my pursuits, 629 more words
2 months, 3 weeks ago
White crane has flown far away in dark skies
taking my heart with him
over roofs of turquoise tiles trimmed in gold
that speak of brilliant days spent in the sun… 100 more words
3 months, 3 weeks ago
The eager cock crowed,
disturbing my contented slumber;
beside the flank of a god
whose shapely legs yawned,
inviting a playful touch.
gilded bronze, spirals of fine gold… 410 more words
4 months, 3 weeks ago
They say that life is folly,
vanity rules his heart and mind;
what solitude is there in pleasure,
when all must be left behind.
Wine, flesh, thighs and song, 403 more words
I take your heart in my hands, down by the blue water.
Beneath the place where the sun dies, by the blue water.
I take with me your tears, your sorrow, your desire, 172 more words
5 months ago