poems the last seduction January 30, 2014by heather anne Stubborn till the end Rapturous forget-me-nots Seducing the sky Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
4 thoughts on “the last seduction”
‘Stubborn’ – who else would think of such a perfectly apt word to describe them? Kudos.
🙂 you are awesome, Mike.
‘…And when the sun shuts its vigilant eye, when history is over, I will not only wrap up my cloak but I will throw the night around me like a veil, and I will come to you—I will listen as the savage listens—not for your dancing footsteps but for the beating of your heart…’
—A lost forgotten note found among a seducer’s papers.
Now Ms Taehreh, do not take me too seriously. I’m just a foolish fellow with nothing of any importance to add in this zooropian world. Please do keep dancing though. The world’s always a more colourful place when dancing is involved.