Date Archives July 2020

The Sparrow

I’m a sucker for the broken and the beautiful. Imet you on a random Tuesday. You said hi orsomething like that, but all I could see were your lips. Lips that spoke in code; lips of imagined lustlips begging and pleading for me to linger longerlips pouting and preening, a warning sign for me to…

no glory

so i lay thereplaying with splintersin the late afternoon the angels of paradise,hidden in the mysteryof my days leaningon worn-out wings, sang to me sticks lie broken,dead leaves gather dust,i am homesick herein the ashes all i wanted wasglory, found onlystrange sadness instead