Cherry Tree

"When you grow weary I'll find you a bed"

In the mellow warm amber of evening's late sun,Like the verdant green vines that round the trunks run,Under a cherry tree in secluded cool shadeOur bodies will weave a labyrinthine braid.Of slow moving limbs that seek only to findCurious hands of...

Stepping through the door, I stoodMet stale air scented with woodPausing, wondering if I could Or would I slid your pictures from the framesScratched out the notes that bore your nameUnaware when last I came  It was farewell to what...

Slow lovin' like warm honey rolling and falling from the combonto your fevered bare body,taking the time to taste, lick from lip to lip.The air is thick around us,humid breezes and firefliestake over the summer sunset,dusk glows and sears us...