I could, in the night

I could sit out here and draw… no I could sit by the fire with my lover, Calm, with the warmth of his body I could sit on a tree with my legs hanging And play with the moon that shines between the swaying branches And with the tantalizing stars I’ll try singing a verseContinue reading “I could, in the night”

Hunger

My hunger for you What does it taste like? Arid earth without a drop of rain Tides of hot air that cut deep Into the skin Sounds of wind, taunting around ears Burning sands in wide, dry eyes An empty land One leafless tree with broken branches A lonely flesh Embraced in the arms ofContinue reading “Hunger”