My lady, my tea
Your name is the secret slowly distilled from hilltops shadowed by clouds, from rain at breaking of dawn, from moon-dreams fulfilled, from sunlight on waves; from pleasure and pain. Anointed […]
Category Archives: sonnet
Riding the tempest
Tempest me darkly with your sultry of lips then wrap yourself sadly ‘round tremors of me we tumble to waves with sea-glass and ships and even beyond the horizon lies […]
Sonnet for a secret name
Your name is a secret slowly distilled from hilltops and shadows of clouds, from rain at breaking of dawn, from moon-dreams fulfilled, from sunlight on waves; from pleasure and pain. […]
To my warden
Not even sunshine warms me quite like you and evening rain can never raise my yearn as softness of your raging lips that burns with spice of peppermint in purple […]
Only the living can fear
The taste of fear is open, pure and red — a lump of meat, it’s poppies lost and flown from cries in mud, in trenches darkly bled. We harvested our […]
