body is changing
to form yours
blood-laced gloves
back pockets torn
MacBeth fooled once
me twice more
submissive love
chains around this heart
your knife slices
kinky through my life
body is changing
to form yours
blood-laced gloves
back pockets torn
MacBeth fooled once
me twice more
submissive love
chains around this heart
your knife slices
kinky through my life
She is not crazy. She is a Pisces.
Being a self-proclaimed writer/painter has its casualties. You become lost to foreign worlds and your only escape is reality.
So i have grown to know a few of my blog followers more intimately. And i am honored they have come into my life and shared tidbits of soul with me. And i have shared too. A tad bit.
I have never vigorously pursued horoscopes but recently a few people shared their signs and i must say i am captured. Scorpio and Pisces are my two favorite signs. And being a Pisces i relate to both of them well.
Love is an illusion, platonic friend. Stay a while and rumble through my head.
I have a series of these photos. I love looking at them for hours. Getting lost in the movement. The changing shapes mimic me, day by day. Often hour by hour. I can feel the caress as they wind their way past my eyes and settle where they may.
What do you see?
there is a sense
that exists beyond
our vision
and while it rarely
makes itself known
the impassioned
can fathom both
pleasure and pain;
the game is to choose wisely.
I contributed a line… immersed are a few favorites. Do have a favorite? I wonder if it is mine.
New people are welcome to join in on Facebook. Like them and then get ready to collaborate with fellow poets. A lot like Mad Libs! 🤗<<<
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