Posted in Poetry

if i had chance

if i had chance

to live again
return my age -golden bough
outline the breast
“i had chosen you”

with gentle step
and languid kiss
poetry to sink my heart
graciously held our cup

of wicked red
scorns our bed
i chosen you.

Posted in Poetry

first glance

barely spoken
eyes attract
thoughts scent her way

follow bread crumb tracks
moments spent
contemplating why

you love her
plan to spend eternity
if only in your mind