The Artist of my Soul

What do you see #47 Oh to find the one Who knows you more than any Never to be yours Who are you that sees me so clear A voyeur who prowls my soul And drips between its layers Daring to divulge Secrets I did not know I had. How in so short a time…

Forest of love

Here we stand! You and me together! In this place that has always been our own Our forest of love Where the air glistens with embers of fate delicate yet everpresent sifting through flecks of fortune Once, this place bloomed with colour and appeal Caressed in silken webs of pleasure Iridescent with mystique and allure…

Meant to be #sonnet

On misty nights fogged in questions and thought the truth beams from a dark secluded window as trees whisper secrets, and lies scurry below Her divine visage splutters through my mind unsought Cherry-red lips and the memories they wrought A widowed love and the sorrow she would bestow How cruel that truth would be and…

Perfect love (A haibun)

colleen’s tanka tuesday, poet’s choice; slow wondering breeze lacing desire in your touch fluttering with dreams He hears the call of love, akin to its inflections of hope as it whispers, immune to intonations of conspiracy in its song, deaf to the risk of treachery in its beat. amorous lover loving too much, quick to…