LOVE POETRY
Eerily Sensual
When the forbidden beckons
Eerily sensual
were the sounds coming from his sax —
inviting with a warning.
Dark
Brooding
Tunes of unresolved issues
Brought forward from many lifetimes
Beckoning yet still denying,
Enthralling
Enticing.
And like a moth to the flame —
She came.
© I. Trudie Palmer
One Love
Author’s note:
Singed moth