©June 1997 by Sage
Note: After my ex broke up with me, but before I moved out, I played around with "magnetic poetry" (words on magnetic strips on her refrigerator door) and worked in her garden as a kind of therapy.
A mad sweet together smell drives the Winter moon Girl to envision the winded Blue Gowned Goddess
and to recall the luscious purple fingered lust petals
falling beneath the cooling smoothed bed.
Now, no drunk juice spray, no thousand tongue worshipful whispers,
not a shining road, but a friendly raw void.
Please, let her song again and soar above the giftless clouds.
. our featured poets . new additions . submissions . links .
. chat & forum . jokes / quotes . sign the guestbook . view the guestbook .
. index .
This Web site © 1997 by Michelle ( Dragoneyes )