Her moonthe everlasting creamin my coffee of stars. I stir,hoping she appearsin half-dark twinkles of night. My hands warmin the bistro of anticipation.She leans against…
Poet & Storyteller
Her moonthe everlasting creamin my coffee of stars. I stir,hoping she appearsin half-dark twinkles of night. My hands warmin the bistro of anticipation.She leans against…