A touch
now
fingers upon velvet
lazy circles
drawn
on bits of porcelain flesh
visions inhale
deeply
then dive and sink into the depths
of you
drowning
within me
YOU ARE READING
Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...
