Wouldn’t devour so long as you remember the light you came to be.

Finally I’ve met my match.

Not a drop of it taken for granted.

For a september gathering like no other.

And ingress and all my toing and froing just for a whiff of this magical corolla.

Come closer and seeinto the treesFind the girlreaching her pointed toesto and fro with the abiding memory of the sweetest of summer breezestoward the hazy skyall a stage with an orange orbI hear her gigglingHer face lambet as the full … Continue reading →

All welled up with celestial dreams.

And the great roar of exultation it staged.

Desperately in need of some mending.

Cause there’s still time for an evening dose of it’s eau de toilette and there’s still time for more stone fruits, to be savored on sun-baked pavers.