A Poet's Haven

They say it was a curse placed upon the fallen angels… On those who sought the daughters of man… To love them was not a sin… To desire them and have them carnally was forbidden. They say that throughout time. Their souls may reunite so that they may know the anguish of their sin. For…

My head tells me that the quarantines,and the social distancing are for our own good.Let the quack quacks be damnedfor my heart yearns for you.And despite the clutter of lonelinessmy love for you overwhelms my head.As the images of you now carry the letterswe have written one anotherand in my madness if that is what…

At peace with my soulwith a love not lost.Love does not come and gofor it is a gift freely given.Love be it for a moment sharedor a thousand lifetimes.Love is when you feel a smilebe it a thousand mile away.Love is when you hear your nameIn the dead of a night and fast a sleep.Love…

It all began long ago…At least my soul tells me so…A fragmented old box was found…Within it was a small handkerchief…One created with such painstakingly detail…That I found it to be absolutely mind boggling…It was then while examining it…I accidentally touch it with my bare skin…Just a gentle touch of my little finger…The paperwork alone…

In the quietness of my study the pleasing sound of a Novembers first rain upon our tin roof a pure symphony of beauty.The swish of the wind with an occasional pelting upon the window from gentle knocks to pounding fists.A flash of light light upon the quietest moment before the rumbling tempo from a mighty…

the kids at her Mothers…She chose to have her breakfastserved in her favorite spot…As she watched the windplaying with the leaves in the yard…With Midnight frozen in a stancewatching a Cardinal picking atspilled seeds from their feeder…When asked about how she wishedto spend the rest of the morning…” same as last night without the movie…

Its one of those strange occurrences that we ( me )sometimes experiences…I thought it would have stopped by now…Its only been a few months…Nevertheless it continues and probably will never end…Looking back, I’m not sure when it started, the actual day,month or even year…I know it started with her…Anyway it happens like this…I can be…

My eyes implode as the argument commences…My taste buds are the first to speak,As they cry out in “ yes, yes, yes… “My stomach speaks next with “ you and I will be sorry… “My soul follows with “ okay but only one… “My heart asks for “ more… “My soul conceded and said “…

Having darted through a late Winter delugewhich left her dripping.She began to disrobe when the door opened.As their eyes crossed, their hearts skipped beats.As their souls listened for their passions song.They were left speechless.Neither knowing how the other felt at that moment.Each looking for the other to make their move.#rain, #passion, February 23, 2021

They were two ships passing through an uncharted ocean.Masks hid their smiles as only their eyes could speak.They spoke in an ancient dialect, one of few words.One such word, could only translate as seduction.As ladies and gents in a crowd, can only open their souls.Another such word could only translate as desire.In a world where…