Those eyes, those lips.

                       Those eyes, those lips

Dear muse drove me to madness.. Her gentle whispers of sweet words of her poetry  led me to wishes for things I cannot have. Her perfect eyes of hazel green and tempting red lips made me dream and wish. Old Poet knew. We need our muses near and far. Dreams of delicious interlude with beautiful fair maiden allow the writer to dream and create.

Coyote/John Castellenas