A Lover’s Quest

Your haughty eyes Your formidable charm I suspect you’ll  have more to unravel             I want you nowhere near me                                tonight        But when this last drop of wine            … More A Lover’s Quest

The Shrine

Her hips sway to the beat of the banjo Skylight filters through thatch roof The flicker of light on a solemn night A hue of blue shades her face Her pelvis wines In the center of the shrine.     The audience watch keenly Such mastery, Such art From a beautifully dangerous woman Like foreplay for … More The Shrine