Your lemon hair was flopped loosely in a pony tail as I notice you walk off the tennis courts. I zipped up my bag, puffed out the collar of my turquoise polo, and asked if you were finished. You looked surprised and squinted and a trace of a smile crept Continue reading I in the trace of your smile
A thousand times when dead, please bury me;
To keep me back from haunting your sweet bed.
Given the chance to ‘turn the hallowed grave,
By ghoulish sounds and burning cries for thee.
My heart, alas, discovered you Continue reading A thousand times when dead