slow dances universally renowned
rock his moonlit ark. between the
tangle of limbs the Celestial Mother
pushes the wrinkled old worries
tugging at girlish heartstrings.
o Mother deliver her
from the sin of the great divide
beyond her tremulous pearl legs.
the twining of fingers, gentle
hand-holding, will not save her.
(as she holds the back of his
head, her eyes go blind with
stardust.)
Infinite possibilities-A writer's guild
This is a writer's guild where all can gather for feedback and advice on all mediums of writing. Plus it's a great place for conversation.
