#52 – Sweet Ash

Blacker than ash, With a dash of sweetness, It's deeper than a well, Silent and beautiful, Grasp the cup it dwells in, Over filling the sides, Thus you can not tip it, This way or that, Just sip, Just taste it's morning glory, Like a nympho itching to be relieved, As your eyes come unstuck,... Continue Reading →


Morning Poems, just for you.

Quiet, The silence foggy in my mind, I stir, I moan and roll over to the other side, My eyes sting by the glare, The laptop just there, Just before 8....

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