Sensual being of exquisite beauty
Hallow be thy name before the rising dawn
Would A Rose Smell As Sweet
Sensual being of exquisite beauty
Hallow be thy name before the rising dawn
Compare to thee the moon and stars
Upon this night there is no other light to compare
Then the one I see in you right there
Ravishing my exquisite wild flower
Would a rose smell as sweet
As you oh heavenly creature
Who moves amongst us with earthly feet
Move with such grace my delicate flower
For in your arms upon this hour
You are my strength and my tower
To hold you tight and breath your essence
Beneath the stars that shine so bright
Consume me, my sweet with your desire
Be the one to spark my fire
For in your arms I am whole
For you’re the light within my soul
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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