Skin touching skin fingertips tracing the warm darkness of tired lovers. Nestled deep into beds birds are asleep their songs are fading into the soft echoes of night. Like the painter regards the subject. Running small, soft hands across the canvas of her body hungry, unafraid searching for meaning, potential. Mountains, valleys and rivers, woman […]
Tag: LGBT
Love poem for a shooting star
watching her move
through the night sky
so bright and so far away
