remnants of identity

trapped within a name remnants of identity like a veil, torn but precariously screening me like the partition between two lands like two eyes that synchronize but can never meet past the delicate bridge of the nose a delicious longing a secret passage.. the third eye *** from where this poem started off to where … Continue reading remnants of identity

hide and seek

the crescent, so slender so delicate, so coy plays hide and seek impishly aware they all await her just a glimpse...