The hauntings

What is love
but a medium
that sees beauty
wither to old age.
A haunting
that resides
barricaded
in the broken heart.
A love so fine,
it has no shape
or the need
for fashion.
Oh! Pour me
another glass
of lust and
bring me
my clothes?

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

who needs love when passion can suffice?

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you J for your words