A Steamy Path

after sky unveiled this backdrop to me the other morning It’d have been bold of me not to honor it in word.. good lord, morn’sstumbling path peers more like Dante’sdrawn his steamybath, as lips break to yawn, fire of the sky asks mewhy i ain’t in awen’ fawnin’.. i fail to hold backmy lunaticlaugh. noContinue reading “A Steamy Path”