Cool steel
you are,
sheen bridled in a glassy tone.
You, magnet
of my dreams,
draw me, enclose me,
wrap me in your strength.
I am the beginning,
you are the end,
shall we meet?
1980s
poetry I have written
Cool steel
you are,
sheen bridled in a glassy tone.
You, magnet
of my dreams,
draw me, enclose me,
wrap me in your strength.
I am the beginning,
you are the end,
shall we meet?
1980s
I am a former librarian who has been writing poetry most of her life. View more posts