Our love is like a little Jenny wren

Call me she said; call me to bed And say that our love isn’t dead. “So I called her—softly. And I said. Come—lay dear” where we wed.

Damien angel

Is there seated a Damien angel? About my shoulders or nape, contour. Must he be so petulantly-pushy? As to sadly knock me to the floor Will he be my only advocate?
Cherry

Dear Detective Lovett

She said something before she died...
Cherry

Heroin

My tears rolling down his face; I cried for him.

The Little Tea Pot

I am a little tea pot, I have a little spout, Daddy stirs me up, And Mammy pours me out. Standing here beside me, The milky jug and sugar, On the checky table-cloth,

Chapter Four- Annamillie and Adelphie

When I awoke, I lay in Cavell's bed all alone. Neither Cavell or Caolan were in sight. I sat up slowly, pushing the thick blankets off me, and got out of bed.

The Spider

Though February fog is quite depressing, A spider's web is very refreshing. For sparkling like diamonds Are drops of rain, Caught in wefts of gossamer grain. The web is crafted
Cherry

Gorge myself on you

Ooooh, a bit of naughtiness!!!

Love Is.....

Love is this. Love is the end and the beginning Of our story, our memories, That we should write down and Never will.

"half jewel"

a three string haiku

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