He wore an aftershave called, ‘Charisma.’ With an aphrodisiacal and addictive scent. That curled and twisted like smoke from a ignited bundle of incense, perhaps as earthy as sandalwood, or as spiritually evocative, as frankincense
By Jayne McClure5 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I want to get away from all and everything, and every need I have that reminds me That I am classed as disabled
You wanted to know why It is the way you put your green clay face mask on? Or sprayed magical mixes of essential oils perfuming water
Song for Healing from Susto You whom are in state of Susto, or emotional trauma and shock. Your healer has come a motherly woman in Mexican colourful attire. You are wrapped in linen sheets heated by the sun.
My name is Diana the Archer that hunts by the moon I have come to bring you my armour of unearthly metals. Stronger than steel but soft like pure gold.
I catch my own spiders And change my own tyres And I won’t tolerate liars Watch me now babe, I’m walking through fires
