Where is my sensibility?

Sitting in my room, the energy is still with a touch of gloom. Pondering why my bedroom has just me in it with no husband or lover. My marriage has morphed into a passionless friendship. Therefore, I’m immersed with fantasises where someone will want me as their muse, their confidante and paramour. I offer aContinue reading “Where is my sensibility?”

Ode to the Warrior

My warrior, you inspire me to write.How I love the way you see and embrace,Invading my mind day and through the night,Always dreaming about the marbles in place. Let me compare you to a golden bay?You are born wild, protective and dark.Intense breeze warms the sand dune dancers of May,And like springtime there is aContinue reading “Ode to the Warrior”