Tag: fiction

moonlit slit in the spring sky this feeling of being watched

late noon the greying world comes alive in the rain

watching the mud wasp rush between nest and oblivion

interrupted the call of the deep river beyond glass towers

grim visions of the divine untouched by lustful eyes

spring the river is wary of the ways of flesh

almost spring soft and hurried pleasures of night

winter when you go would you take us with you

boxed in by the winter night and stealing your chivalries