As much as I try
I cannot escape you
Your eyes haunt me
In all their splendor
A Moment of Weakness
I try to stay away
But those lips keep calling me back
And the curves of your body
Which my hands still trace
A Moment of Weakness
I can’t want you anymore
Though your taste still lingers on my tongue
And your smile is forever
Etched in my mind
A Moment of Weakness
I want to call you, see you
To write you this poem
But the same passion that pulls us together
Tears us apart and I can’t give in to
A Moment of Weakness
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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