Her ink flows, softly in my mind
penning the language of the heart
oozing tidbits of the soul
whispering the weight of secrets
tracing patterns in my dreams
as if a voyeur painting my breath
exhaling the silence of innuendos
with a taste for the widow
deeper into the night
leaving the candlelight burning
echoing the jasmine in incense
oozing tidbits of the soul








Superb work.
Thank you, Thomas.
hello dearest Adagio this is very captivating ❤️
Thank you, Brenda.