When the sun caught her eye
he felt he'd ensnared a she wolf
That deep, molten amber iris,
twice freckled, and honest
His blood fermented,
and he was drunk
just to match them
with those tired shades of blue
This was unmistakable:
She walked alongside him, and
it was the best he'd ever done
Here goes:
- Roy Arthur
- Santa Rosa, California, United States
- This is meant to serve primarily as a record of thought and prioritization. I write sometimes, and usually leave the words here. Of what I write, some I like, most I don't, but I feel these records may be of some use to others or my future self. Many of the photographs posted are courtesy of my wonderful friends. Thanks for taking the time to read. Also, feedback is encouraged - positive or not.
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