Knight of the plains
calling from a distance
i hear his whisper
gently escaping
from his lips
torching
myskinaflame
ignited
by his memory
He
comforts
me
encircles
me
he breaths tenderly
upon my neck
while my heart
is
branded
only his.
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Reviews of "Knight of The Sun"
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on September 29, 2015
Many of us have been there...beautiful, endearing write, Thomasena.
Oh boy! Short, sensuous write. What on earth could be wrong with this picture. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I, among many others I assume the position you have given us . . . So realistic this poem is . . .
Welcome to Hell on Earth, boys.
Andersonville POW camp...
Russell's battle-worn body looked defeated. He was a Union soldier; she was a Confederate nurse. But when Rosa looked into his eyes, she saw pure determination. He looked fo