confessionals and currency – House of Heart

Sheer scarves cover a bed side  lamp as night slips in on tiger paws the swaying beams of a velvet moon drift through  veils  of lilac tulle Her egg shell limbs are  caught in binds, her breasts alert gazelles she is the red of womanhood her eyes the shade of currency Her mind is  his confessionalContinue reading “confessionals and currency – House of Heart”