Yvette Settle

Rookie (LEO 1964 / Mount Vernon, New York)


By day the reality of his world and of my world

Souls grow weary, loins must hold back while yearnings beckon us…Come, but the moment is long and time whispers... wait.

At the edge of what is of light now grows dark…the hour calls us.

What is still, like peace amidst the sunrays... then arises and is evoked by torment in the wake of the night?

Powering presence like a mighty beast of the wild, passion takes its victim unyieldingly and with purpose moves him from his slumber

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