"where the hell you
came from, the moon's
representative, I'll never
know, I took one look at you
and your mane of hair, woman
of the prairie, inspiration seeped
from between my moss-coated thighs"...
I know very well where you came from...you protected me...bought me necessities, not luxuries...brush for my hair and mirror for my narcissistic viewing reflecting red, spent your nights with many knocks on our door from the girls who were jealous of your affections and undivided attention of the courtesan who could not be bought...
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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came from, the moon's
representative, I'll never
know, I took one look at you
and your mane of hair, woman
of the prairie, inspiration seeped
from between my moss-coated thighs"...
I know very well where you came from...you protected me...bought me necessities, not luxuries...brush for my hair and mirror for my narcissistic viewing reflecting red, spent your nights with many knocks on our door from the girls who were jealous of your affections and undivided attention of the courtesan who could not be bought...
Sage
Love your work.
Vesna*
Best one yet
and they seem to get
more masterfull each day.
Thanks for sharing
William ....Peace & Love
Love Tinka
WOW. Spectacular 'ku!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
~Carole
Eileen