“Tell me”, said she, “What do you think of me?” “A Brazilian forest and the scent of roasting coffee beans”, said he, smiling at her teasingly. Blushing, she smiled, her cheeks wore the radiance of Tavel Rosé, She leaned over, he inhaled notes of summer from distant Mediterranean climes, drifting through the air, heady, intoxicating, sublime. He forgot where he was; She was lost in paradise. Captured in silent bliss he awoke to her fragrant mist of wild cherry flowers and violets rising in a mysterious forest. Alone in her company.
Poet’s Note: The sensory connection between lovers is a very strong one and often leaves a lingering fragrance of the time spent together that is very evocative of the intensity of the togetherness when they are apart.
With the spirit of a wanderer, I travel to places to absorb everything I can, picking up experiences as one does pebbles and shells, collecting them and transferring them to my poems, short stories and articles. When I cannot travel to distant places, I journey into my mind and in my thoughts find many things there to share with others.
Upon my visiting a steep rocky hill, I saw her- strange, candid and very simple; Falling apart from the lip-stick beauty; From insane odors; from the tog’s divinity – A natural doll, she’s a spirited jill. The rustic cast was
In the soul of the city, the four wheels, the scream for pity. Mercy screamed louder than her voice. Little girls sleeping promised with their toys. Not even one, the strong, the brave, the soldier, the slave. No one could
More choices is an illusion that laces the present with hope. Incessant are our needs yet like an endless race. Sullied with unattainable goals- we take a step back for a better perspective. Tracing our steps we devise plans that