Sunday Morning
The arc of your shoulders Gentle curve of your chest Eyes linger a lifetime Hands move and then rest To feel the breathing In our delicate embrace Breeze rises, then […]
The arc of your shoulders Gentle curve of your chest Eyes linger a lifetime Hands move and then rest To feel the breathing In our delicate embrace Breeze rises, then […]
Yesterday’s competition entry was finally completed with the submission of a poem all about women in history, which was ironic as I had completed and sent it before I realised […]