Royal honey is the blood of my womb, lush creation, even messy havoc, hungry for birth. I am Kama. My desire burns as the sun; I breathe floral light, savor the dusty bloom of your earth & devour your elixir. I enchant you with my dance & song: See me.... Continue Reading →
Sometimes when you make foolish assumptions about the gifts you think you have but find they are fake, you just have to write a poem about betrayal.