When was the last time you
reached for the moon?
Cradled her horned crescent
in gentle hands? Held her
marble belly? Oh, that pang
of porcelain hunger for her
milky curves!
Most of my poetry is autobiographical. I write about living with bipolar disorder, dating, single parenting... More
When was the last time you
reached for the moon?
Cradled her horned crescent
in gentle hands? Held her
marble belly? Oh, that pang
of porcelain hunger for her
milky curves!