Last spent in bloodied high heels
at that Gallery of wine
on top of his desire.
Speaking in false voice,
while nursing a son
that carried his begged of last name.
I've only read your writing a thousand times it seems..still I just can't get enough-your writing is deep and emotional..love every bit of it-10++++++++++
A hundred visions in this story, few words but a hundred visions. You have a depth I need to reach, which I may never attain. Talents have to be spread liberally upon those of us that can nurture them. You can help those that can help themselves your words go deep enough to make the difference. A World of Difference believe Me. Kind Regards Philip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow. Thanks for the comment on my poem. and wow again... you are an amazing poet. so deep...: D