burntgurl

R

I like the edge of mystery
it keeps me on my toes.
Love grows slowly,
like a garden ...
in spring.
Dark eyes, dark skin,
dark soul.
... cuts me through ...
to the core of my,
fragile being.
Loved. Tortured. Admired.
Shunned. Savored. Crushed.
Love is a mystery,
that keeps me wavering ...
on the edge of ....
life & death.

~row~