lipsticked lips disclose
when words and deeds are restrained
love whispers softly

by yvette


  1. nataley p

    nataley would like to submit. . . . and s.he offers these poor verses in token of this submission:

    “Winter, the Harsh Mistress”

    Ice smothers the land,
    crusts bare limbs and frosts my breath.
    Winter’s grip owns all.

    Rain’s black flail lashes
    smooth flesh of spring’s last snowfall:
    red petals on white.

    Sun kisses hilltops,
    frees frozen streams to flow:
    Mistress has turned kind.

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