POEM : An affair Of Romantic Liberty


An affair Of Romantic Liberty Under the stars, light, white, and whispering down… My eyes gaining the right, to gaze upon your body, pure and sound… I would walk my hands across your skin like fine wind atop a river’s bend… Paused upon the night, stilled in motion of our presence’s sight… Released in pleasure…

Poetry


• Poetry Where does poetry come from? Is it an art form? Poetry of life is an answer to a questions I have been seeking since I could remember. How things flow, why they flow, who moves us the most? It comes from our passion when we least expect. Sitting before a blank page until…

I Dream My Death


(A third entry from the mind of Lord Telmorn Altayon. Follow his fears, his strengths… ~ Thomas J. Bellezza) • I dream my death I lay in merciless rest. Strung over in horrid nights. Sleeping, awake in my dreams, while finding tremors engaged tenderly against my fright. Cursed in witness of my past crimes. Reenacted are…