The poem operates as a rite of declassification: the subject is neither bear, nor wolf, nor man, but the oscillation between all of them. And it is precisely in this instability that love appears—not as redemption, but as a force that anchors the untamed without domesticating it. Very well written, I like it very much.

This write is clever with a lot of twists molding into each other. And I love the red kite!
And the heartstrings. I’ll never look at them the same again. I love when you do steamy writes.
Never over done but with a few sharp edges – bringing the heat.
I can’t wait to see your book! And all the works you decide to put in it.

Love everything you do plus you;)

When we read this our mind mind thinks within the piece. Everything that we want is within the cave, truth of self and existence, safety in relation to everything within the cave, all emotions within the cave are real. Outside, there is darkness and every lie that it can hold, There are the teaming deceivers outside totally envious of the warm relationship within, snarling and gnashing their teeth at truth. Tight one dude

Beautifully written and so well thought out, even though you said your ideas were slammed together. It came together very well.

I dig the mix of spiritual and philosophical feel to this, delivered like spoken poetry, that rhythm that begs the reader (or listener) to lean in closer.
Great work.

It was a mess in my head for awhile, and this is the result of that jumble. LOL.
Funny how a few random ideas/lines can blend into something after all.
thank you, Damian!

Brilliant.

Thomas, I wish! But I’m keeping that accolade! I’ve been stabbing my head with a pen lately, trying to make my material worth the read. So thank you for the encouragement.

You know this is quasi-brilliant. It’s like an updated bible of sorts. Not so much religious as it is of the human conditioning of limitations. Truly an outstanding piece of writing.

Cleverly penned, PAR. This piece is brilliantly written my friend. Truly amazing. Appreciate you.

Damian

This piece has become liturgically and surgically well-constructed.
I don’t believe in angels, but they do exist. Thank you all.

PAR you are a great writer. Always pushing the envelope with your poetry. Nice work.

I loved how quirky this is. I kept wondering where the next passage would go.
And it does have a comic newborn superhero feel to it with all the attempts at flying.
Truly enjoyed

hello beautiful Honoria from us both that is the tone she embodies… so it felt really natural to write this with her… thank you graciously from us both ❤️

great stuff, you two. Done just right. Plenty of descriptive moments to build the character into an active existence.

Passionately penned, Brenda & Sky. Excellent collaboration you two. Appreciate you, both.

Damian

Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. The seductive spider that calls you back again, to seek more of the elixir that feels like home, only to start the cycle over again. Your an incredible storyteller brother who knows how to paint a picture. Appreciate you.

Damian

Superb contrast between the innocent vulnerable hapless victim and the absinthe and the thieving whore. God, you’re on fire, Thomas.

Like Jenny from Forest Gump; perhaps she can be reformed. LOL.
Your prose is spot on. The descriptive elements set a shadowy stage, highlights are found in the wording.
Great atmospheric build.

Your writing is remarkable. The details and atmosphere are always spot on. Nice work!

Thanks. I appreciate it.

Hahaha, it happens, but it’s not just street girls that rob those pockets. Do you know the greater manipulators and thieves some times sleep in our beds. The descriptions within your pieces are as always tight

Thank you. Much appreciated.

All you wanted was to write. The repetition of that statement lends itself to the idea of an escape hatch from something. And Jenny wanting a room, also an escape hatch. And that damn bottle of absinthe turned it all inside out. Loved the spider reference. Come into my web…

Lol. Thank you.