With this type of poetry:
When it came to woman,
I never saw a thing, until you,
walking up and down
the halls of my mind.
And how I would dance to you.
Maybe I’m succumbing
to your deep, intrusive gaze?
Writing from the far edges of the American desert.
With this type of poetry:
When it came to woman,
I never saw a thing, until you,
walking up and down
the halls of my mind.
And how I would dance to you.
Maybe I’m succumbing
to your deep, intrusive gaze?