Midnight Cycling
Closest to midnight —We swish past sleepy villages at full speedcoming back from the only bar in town.Someone somewhere shouts:“YOLO! You. Only. Live. Once.”I’m...
Tag: summer poem
Ravishing Rose
She struts draped in crimson velvet and fragrance she wears give rise to a sense of awe enticing with promises. Symphonic femininity, though prickly by nature, ...