I listen to that witch music everyday...I have tons of it...listening to that tune now...it's Druidic...Truth of the bones...that music is haunting of Truth...rabid corporations...prophesy told...my wolves howl at the moon...red light oral fixations and your lips of milky listening to that tune when dog days shed kundalini skin...Relinquishment...
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Sage
Love Tinka
the call of the wild.
it chill you to the bone
on a cold fullmoon night.
William ......peace & Love