Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Love Poem three


Our Paths cross

Happenstance

Two trails in the Woods

And the Autumn Trees Aspire

Branches Bare

to the Cold and Clear Above

Rape is Too Cruel

a Word to Describe

These New Feelings

Between Us

I am Sorry

About the Bruises

My Love.


I am Laslo.

No comments:

Post a Comment