Your misty eyes

Your misty eyes… You bathe me with your hazel eyes and I love your misty morning eyes. We have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east. I tell you, let’s… Continue reading →

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Two Paths

Originally posted on Dragonfly Poetry:
The high road,leaving everything standingwalk away touching nothinga ghost in the shadowsleaving untouched love to simply fade away. The low road,complete destructionnothing left standingthe sins left bleedingevery door…

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Almost lovers. And a story.

Almost lovers… I found the prettiest gal on the crossing of Dover to Calais. I was drinking the Johnnie Walker whiskey, watching the sea dance. Pretty Swiss girl with the darkest brown eyes,… Continue reading →

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