The subject of my poetry

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


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 […]