I want the sun I want the clouds I want the light sweet breeze blowing through a canyon of tawny hues on jagged cliffs I want the dark dancing just for fun with the sexy ones in a Bywater dive bar at 3 am – even the street is uncertain of its true path? Contradiction…
Tag: transition
The Smokers
The Smokers The sun was out, had made its way through the thick covering of winter grey clouds that frequently settled over the city. In this respite from the rain and dampness they had emerged from the top level and onto the alleyway bench or neighboring church wall. She watched from her table beside the…
The Layers of Love 