Your eyes are hazel green.

Sometimes I look at you and I feel my love for you deep inside. I watch you sleep and I trace the outine of your back with my fingers. I whisper that I love you.

Little Flutterby....

Winged beauty, like a breath imbibed with rainbows many shades So elegant it travels through the vast and flowered glades

Melancholy

digging deeper...
Cherry

Half Term in Funky Town

IPOW The Costas are at their worst during the school holidays... the British school holidays. That doesn't explain the 20/30 somethings though. With absolutely no apologies to Longfellow.
Cherry

Lipstick On Your Collar

Late again. I pick holes in your story like a moth. I know you were with her. Your fingers recoil guiltily to your pockets.

3 am Atlanta

I used to stay up late...

Did you hear it?

“Did you hear it?” asked the ranger tilting his head slightly to one side and leaning on his rake. “There it is again! Did you hear it?” I listened, standing there
Cherry

To My Love

When stars forget to light the midnight sky, and restless tides no more their motions ply; when Earth upon its axis fails to turn, and setting suns the skies no longer burn;

Born in the USA

He’s coming home for Christmas. He’s coming home to stay, our loyal son of Uncle Sam, born in the great USA He’s coming home for Christmas, the baby whom I bore.

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