"Maybe the moon may learn,

Tired of that courtly fashion,

A new dance turn." william butler yeats

burnt brown moon

i see you looking

smouldering leaves

searching, inviting

white outlines vast

i see what you see

 

“Sexy does not come from the shape of a body, but the fire in a soul."

bungling burbling heart lead me to the field

where we know who we are: home

 and where the water runs wild and free