.
.
.
soft howling
bloody lonesome
was the wind
around my head
quiet down
now
quiet down
my heart
will hear you
and i can’t go
around moaning
like a school girl
in love
with the
notion of
warm breath
and first kisses
.
.
.
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Nancy Marie Davis
wine label illustrations, photography, mixed media, poetry and study in love.
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Sweet.
silly old wind…
Oh my land. This is one of my favorites. (I have a lot of those in these parts.)
And that image? Blurry red lipstick kisses. Oohlala.
[is this one going in your book? if i talk about your book enough, i hope you’ll build it.
build it. and
they
will
come. & read
it.]
i suppose if it’s gonna get done, ima gonna have to do it…
Wow, those words are wonderful!
hi, valerie :-) thanks for the comment.