Who knows

I’m like a wind chime on an empty bed longing for someone who knows I’m swirling round like a leaf in a breeze burning like a flame for passion to be released. Emotionally drained I reach for paper, pen watch as you, my only love walks through the room sits down beside me calms my desire you are so beautiful…

A crazed poet

I went for a little walk stopped to view a red cone-head when a crazed poet asked if I write anything. I replied, of course got down off my imaginary horse spit in the wind and grinned while taking in the beauty of him. As the drama unfolded I recited Longfellow in Spanish just so he would understand how difficult…

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