…New song on a gloomy day – Maxima

Written: © Maxima 

The scent of evening rain,
the breath of love,
the heat of passion in me, in us,
your lips pressing mine,
your warm breasts tremble in my palms
the breath of love, of drunken wedding guests
noisily say goodbye to the bride’s innocence.

Morning wakes to the roosters crow
a new song on a gloomy day
and we…we do not sleep.

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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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