Neptune’s Moon
In frigid sanctums, deep in NASA’s hold
Archive of posts filed under the Sappy Poetry category.
Tina, THIS is what love’s got to do with it…
As Goes Our Love
As goes our love, so thrusts our traceless lives
The Princess of the Hill
And then…
Too Much Of Us
“Too much of us” means much too much of me
Schonheit Und Das Vieh
Light fire in glass-green eyes, pull tight the reins
My Heartbeat Pauses, Ling’ring
My heartbeat pauses, ling’ring for its cue
Doubt
The perfect mate for my imperfect phase
Mordancy
a paraphrase of W. Shakespeare