Flaming Angels Of Spring
"A woman's body encapsulates his wayward eye that seeks an elusive love."
Flaming angels of spring weave a pastoral tapestryO’er the sleepless, meadowed minds,Entreating the burning softness of summer;Freedom, resurrected in its breath,When warmly winds lick the searching facesInhaled ‘neath the rapture of its tongue.Passion seasons fruit for its victims,Nestled in pain...