Amelia
her 2am
red velvet voice
stroked me miles
to the lakes of
my ancestors,
weathered many a storm since,
she stumbles sweetly
vulnerable
inviting me to
dine in the dark night
windswept land
of poets
Michael D Amitin
Published
her 2am
red velvet voice
stroked me miles
to the lakes of
my ancestors,
weathered many a storm since,
she stumbles sweetly
vulnerable
inviting me to
dine in the dark night
windswept land
of poets
Horror Sleaze Trash 