I long for my garden
where wild flowers grow
to wander for hours
or lie still below
the shelter of trees
as they whisper and moan
I long for my garden
where passion is grown.
Passion Fruit
18 Tuesday Mar 2008
Posted in Poetry
18 Tuesday Mar 2008
Posted in Poetry
06 Tuesday Nov 2007
Posted in Poetry
I’ll come for you
when night is long
and fill your heart
with virgin song
as wings of cherubs
stir up dust
I’ll come for you
in songs of lust
and take you to
my secret lair
where nothing earthly
can compare
and you, my love
will share with me
a longing for
eternity.