Winter is early. The fiery reds breathe icily as they swirl mid-air. The burnt oranges break against the brittle truth. … More
Tag: moon
Mapquest
Silken skeins of dreams caress our topography A map of lost fantasy
New Moon
His lips were drawn to her skin as the tides are drawn to the moon. One look from her pulled … More
She Calls
The Siren sips upon the moonshine Intoxicated on wasted dreams Desire lingers on her lips, whetted By need to … More
