I lay on a bed In the dark of the night Twisting and turning Dreaming tight Dressed all in satin A sensuous sight A sacrifical pose From a satanic rite You are beside me Your breath on my skin I welcome your presence A reprise to begin My world and my lover You left me,… Continue reading Dark of the night
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery
Poetry, Memory and the uncanny- woven into words
