Poetry / Writing Fleeting Lust May 10, 2013May 11, 2013 Terah Van Dusen5 Comments The temperature of thy hands speak nothing of thine heart, of thine passionate spirit In the wind goes the crimson and red of your lust in one ear and out the other Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading... Related
Terah, the last line says so much!
You are one of the poets who taught me that less is more. So thank you.
Also, I crave your poetry.
You are fireing off these poems like a mad woman! Keep it up.;)
Thank you dear!