Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The Hunter

All inked up, she wants to play
Til he warns her, low, to keep away
The shaking bones of her birds cage chest
Is where she wants his hands to rest.
But he won't flinch, that she knows;
He whispers "babe, there's far to go".


Stylish Princess said...

love the poem !

le pearl said...

This has to be one of my favourite. You write all these yourself? magnifique!

Anonymous said...

You always pick the most wonderful images, the most wonderful words.

I missed your blog, when I disappeared.

I love you, dear.