Category Archives: Still Quarantined
the leaves flirt with the moon in a summer breeze,
flickering light between trees;
as I remembered our first kiss.
Now, here we sit, in our distance
without romance or adventure.
We sip our home-grown tea.
Flower without sun
Light without darkness of moon
Wilts in self-pity
Desire! The devil in the bottle, the glitter of gold in empty fisted hand, greed, self-adoration, and snorting the frosting on every cake.
Often desires, overwhelms the conscience at the table of our nature. Understanding the argument, in the environment that it presents: our sub-conscious processes the outcome.
Shall we seek the truth
Desires are a bastard