shot glass
title
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Barbara Hughes


Page 1 | 2 | 3

Whimsical Desire

Each morning you sleep among purple dream castles in the sky
craving devours me as I envision you on the wet earth
a hungry tongue of hot steam hovers above the cold cement

I struggle to resist the shivering honey-stained lips
calling me until the sweetness is earned
goddess girl lover blesses my burgeoning desire

Am I male or female? Signs are mixed in the face of loss
my path flows and lightens with passage of time
This twisted fate is more gift than curse
wine of my own making

let me kneel here and watch your breath as I rise and spill into the sky