A brief idea on war.

Khaki Ponderings

Red Musings

In his prime he was a splendid thing Played cymbals with a glancing blow Danced, sang In celebrated bands Never boastful, rarely proud A noble creature of renown

Inititate a string of verbal punch lines, Mimic and sting me with dazzling vibes, Pelt me with rosy words, Raise my eyebrows with breath-taking prose, Ease me into a delicious tete a tete,

I want you The taste of your invisible lips The subtleness of our spiritual union The past is no barrier to our encounters Your stubble tickling my cheeks Your hands linking gently with mine