how we laid on the ancient stones
Hello Freckles, Hello Readers,
Thanks for your support by being here and reading the blog, buying the books...
Here I gave you a poem today...
I had some work this morning, I need to repair the door of my son's room.
😘
Oh women the times stolen by a theft
Full Moon over the aging song
That I sing for your burning gift
Abandoned and stepped on, you let me dying
words carried the curse of my anger like a raft
Slowly suffered as I watched you, lying
My Moon never set on your freckled chest
no viable words there is to blame on your yearning
the escape you stabbed to my back was only for a thrift
don't you ever forget how we laid on the ancient stones and made loving
my sweat lady of white pale skin we were different kin back than the time beyond thought
in a realm I craft
for our being
King H. Ironson
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