at the golden hourmeet me in the beginningor towards the endfor they mean…
They say life and deathcome to us but only onceyet I have met minein every morning’s new lifebetween…
purposeful movementsinking calligraphic…
sweetest temptationspeckled flowers of yellowand red are marriedto…
In a world tanked with temptation and desire,self-centred we seekinstant…
There is also hope,in the shades of a known placewhere the moonlight dripslike rain through broken…
He is temptationto my trying, tangled tongueit runs in circleslooking to bind skin…
chamomile gatheredwill grace my cup by ev’ningdistilled to goldenbut were the blossoms…