The subject of my poetry

One morning of March and the preceding night…the peregrinations of love and its apotheosis.

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With you, in the woods

             My breath sharer The thunderous beating of our hearts, menaces the made-up world beyond the woods. The death like darkness,  gives us a life not lived beyond the woods. I balter in your presence, far way from the hapless desires that abound beyond the woods. The chill of the breeze drifts us closer, unlike the distance beyond […]