The cold is biting. Frosted kisses caress me. Dappled ice on ground.
Darkness descending Like a pox-ridden blanket Infecting the light.
It gets dark early. Deep indigo falls quickly And shadows descend.
Warm smells and soft sheets All I want is to get lost And forget the world.
Hi there lovely Lair-ies. I had the pleasure of being interviewed by one of my favourite poets, Megan O'Keeffe regarding "Poe-rotica: 101 Saucy and Erotic Poems". I'm pleased to say that our interview is now live on Megan's blog, so head on over there to have a look. And, if your appetite is whetted for … Continue reading “Poe-rotica” interview now at Debatably Dateable
I was a fool to believe you, An idiot to trust. A lesson in hubris, My dreams turned to dust. I should have known better, I've been burned before. But this time, I'd hoped... Now I hope no more.
The bear stalked the woods Grizzled, teeth bared, and angry Until she found him