Poet's blog: "Poetry"

Unconditional Love I stared at the back of Her neck, not the most Erogenous zone, but beautiful Nonetheless. I walk over to Touch her bare arms, With both hands, attentively. My breath stirred the Filial hair on the base of Her neck, beckoning me To nuzzle – how Silly. I look over her Shoulder at The drying flower in The pot - needing Attention, I Can relate. That is all It just needs attention.. Poet