- Earthlings
- Eagle language
- Pattern
- The edge
- Confessions of a sunflower
- Sky
- In the mood for
- Beauty
- Lonely
- Verse
- Deranged
- Art
- Ashtray
I was in the mood for;
That evening.
I wanted to be in a motel room,
Where I had just finished the first sexual act;
Lightning a cigarette;
Seeing the smoke.
And myself naked in the mirrors;
Waiting for the next one;








Passionately penned, Amethyste. Excellent write my friend. Almost has a confessional vibe to it. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian for reading my poetry.
You’re most welcome my friend. I enjoy reading your work. Appreciate you.
Damian