A Poetry book
Thoughts and curiosities
that I could not resist
nor would they relent
so here they
such a beautiful and lovely escape....nOey
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Lovely binding winding words
release their strength of scheming curse
weaving and twisting through gruesome trails
writhing indecent upon grit and nails
is this the bed I've slaved for sleep?
Or where sadness go to weep?
this transformed new
damned and fated desire of mine
held and debated through unfaltering time