Favorite Stanza “Her voice was not a thing alone. It was bread for the hungry hour.”
“And love, that old thief,
crept up upon us in plain garments.
It entered by the back gate,
by the soft hand of habit,
by the little customs of living…
a glance, a shared cup,
the brush of a sleeve,
the certainty of being understood
without needing to speak too loudly.”
So many good parts. Thoroughly enjoyed this

Oh, thank you! I wrote the short form poem in the graphic many years ago about the same person, and this longer one after I came across the earlier one after not reading it for a very long time. I’m so glad you liked it!

Well…damn… It has a vibe you can almost put music to and hear it at night. Yup…naughty nights;)

Fuck Yeah!! This is XXX in all it’s glory!