Northern_Lights_2014

Poem By Annie Rich I want to be her. The blood & bone wrapped so pretty around the stone. Eyes filled with desire, otherworldly fire To be as one Tangled locks of hair and thighs that are bare touch my soul But, it is all but a moment Her eyes grow dull, her skin turns grey The tangled locks that shone in the sun lay ripped away What have I done I wanted to be the one I wanted to be her. Back to Contents 51