What Words Diverge in My Soul?
What roads diverge in my soul,
of love and desire.
To travel on a wooded road,
to make camp and read poetry
by a warm fire.
I’ve told people I’m a counselor,
a craftsman of words.
But …
What roads diverge in my soul,
of love and desire.
To travel on a wooded road,
to make camp and read poetry
by a warm fire.
I’ve told people I’m a counselor,
a craftsman of words.
But …
Love Poem
Let me gently hold your heart
blowing warm air into it
like a burning fire,
stoking the lingering burnt embers
that lay beneath your sole.
As I fan the heat inside you
you’ll taste my …