Jan 2016
The moonlight sways and swine
It whispers on the illumination of the stars
A mirage of the skies evens the pace
The stroll in the silence of the woods
A haste, the heat, a taste of the kiss
Amiss in the mist of the dense pastures
The evoke of passion, a poison
What a mission? Dissolution
A destitute encaged in iron bars
Redeemed to breath again
Expounded in light, bounded insight
A knight of a night....What a might?
It whispers on the illumination of the stars
A mirage of the skies evens the pace
The stroll in the silence of the woods
A haste, the heat, a taste of the kiss
Amiss in the mist of the dense pastures
The evoke of passion, a poison
What a mission? Dissolution
A destitute encaged in iron bars
Redeemed to breath again
Expounded in light, bounded insight
A knight of a night....What a might?
A story line for short story I am writing. A girl is looking for a compatible lover and she tries blind dating. She connects with the guy and they head to the silenced woods for a walk... Is she still encaged or does she want the taste of the poisoned passion?
