Poetry by November
All These Faded Novembers by November
Filed in: memories, forever, sadness
All these faded Novembers slip past leaving me with the stale dusty taste of things forgotten on my tongue Maybe I haven’t the memories… Or perhaps I haven’t the heart. Sometime[...]
Exposed... by November
Filed in: hiding, openness
i have so many little ways of hiding, my secret defenses of which others are unaware. They take many shapes and forms. Some recognizable, like a favorite sweater, tatty and worn, others more insi[...]
Pensive by November
Filed in: submission, bondage
i sit here, writing in the flickering candlelight, my wrists and ankles bound by heavy black leather. The supper i made has cooled on the stove top and still B is not home. He had some things He neede[...]
