Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Posted on June 11, 2013
Enchanted by the night Rolling lust of cloud Sighs the moon I love you. Warm summer air Climbs into me Up inside me I don’t even need to breathe The sweet violation of my lungs By bread and fumes and flowers Night blooming ecstasy…
Category: observation, poetry, prose, Uncategorized, writingTags: cloud, clouds, evening, love, lust, moon, night, nighttime, poem, poetry, sensuality, writing