Author Archives: Gina

You can make… blues green senseless joy lines write vows break curls straight silent distractions worlds collide… dreams meander stars wander tea sustenance moonlight wanting trees deities everyone bonkers Wishing you’d make blues blue minds cross hands hold more tea … Continue reading →

a hard courageous winter drifts complacent snow but the old mare braces for more   she dapples, then greys pawing frozen terrain she’s stoic, proud, flicks her tail of stained pearls   sidestepping frozen thickets non-garish in ruminations bewitching casual … Continue reading →

Here I am Holding the world By a thread Jutted, twisted Only to miss you   There I am Holding the wind With a sulking heart Ebbing, surging Lost in your shadow   Near I am Holding your hand In … Continue reading →

a reflection of splendor you make hearts break iconic, noteworthy a reliable face   a brow of wisdom an afternoon coiffure a Sunday complexion an angelic stare   eyes become dizzy sabotaged with dreams awaiting your moves anticipating your pace … Continue reading →

the settee is soft it quickens the senses leathery warmth bids to succumb deliberately enticing   unsnap fur lappets unbutton antique cuffs unfurl astrakhan collars unleash winter snow   now nothing to think but thoughts of last summer fragile, far … Continue reading →

you’re the gorgeous one peer in pressed cotton competing with no one turning all tides stars rain for you worlds stop, align winds perchance dance ink runs dry you’re the gorgeous one no one compares stylus can’t style words seek … Continue reading →

you’re always there for me we’ll never fade-away words come alive in a dreamy paradise   passersby will remember hearts collided in error unfeigned silly words, written in starry metaphors   a fateful harmony leaves hearts unprotected the world will not approve demesne’s lost … Continue reading →

  off the bearing rein my feet pivot to unseen things without definition, no explanation of why I think of you please, redeem what is yours   my inattentive walk, fainéant stride consumed in fervent love promenades to your compass, … Continue reading →

compare my hand to what you know different, better nudge it slow   stroke my hand holding dreams yours, mine lurk between   peruse my hand see your life captured, seized perfect somehow   caress my hand tarry there among … Continue reading →

i’d fight dragons sidesaddle pricking each scale after a manicure glove-less in Sunday dress all neatly pressed wielding no reins forfeiting my massage forgoing all others skipping tea… fire won’t stop me fear non-exists coiffure in a mess defying hazards right, … Continue reading →