Artifice of Love. A poem.

I wish she would read this artifice of love and know my asinine attempt to swim to her waters ‘festina lente’, my yearning to sweep her off her feet and cushion her with desirous imposition, is meant solely to glorify her absolute magnificence. Perhaps, one day, my muse of truth will read and understand thatContinue reading “Artifice of Love. A poem.”