Words Dripping To Drop

Greedy grass widow

wish to drop

shot-gun spooning,

for one

and for all,

the stop of silent swooning.

Love is a Metaphor

My name is Suze Simon,
And he is my Jesse.
He is salt,
And I'm pepper.
Love is a metaphor.
I'm fair Juliet,
And

House of Cards

There were no bricks in the fire place
As if nothing had been built there
It was not at all like a home
Just

Bright beauty,

Your face delicate, graceful,

Drawing in the world.

Barbed spine armed with dagger teeth.

They yearn to hold

Mixing Metaphors

Here I am, letting my thoughts stream into a longer and winding way...

Am I mixing metaphors yet?

Oh how