In the middle of the night When the world is lost in slumber She’s awake! Wrapped tight in her lover’s arms She whispers all her fears; “I am afraid of the future” “I am afraid of death” “I am afraid of the unknown” “I am just afraid” . Him Seeing through her “naked soul”…… Continue reading Naked soul;
Ink That gathered history For the eyes Ears and hearts To judge . Generations pass The ink to the next And next Simmering hearts With anger While creating hunger To drop ink Of blood Into the next generation . Rolled on scrolls To run it’s course Like poison Killing it’s prey Like wild fire On…… Continue reading Well traveled ink.
On paper With my pen In ink I sit and declare My weakness Of loving you Confessing My fluttered heart Admitting A heart drenched in love For my lover A lover of all seasons. Susan McMillan
