Landscape And Poetry

She was a small

She was a small shot of alcohol that lingers on my lips and tongue as I feel it go down my throat. A sudden surge of heat flows through the body as if something foreign and toxic inadvertently got in. She was coursing through my veins, her scent, her eyes, her touch, everything about her affects my very being. Nullifies … Read More....

Landscape And Poetry

Two old sweethearts see each other again

Two old sweethearts see each other again
At a cafe sipping coffee like they used to do
Years have passed since they looked at each other
Their bodies change with wrinkles at their hands and face
But inside, the fire they felt has not aged a bit
They look at each other with loving eyes
They talk about the places … Read More....