Yeast for Two
Never made it out of her liquid opal eyes
verses and musings of j stoeckmann, all rights reserved.
Never made it out of her liquid opal eyes
on a back porch in a magic valley
a moment with chocolates and a single barrel
Yawning for what? I forget
Dragonflies of love monsoon’s secret cargo
Fly as high as thought will bear Weight will lose its greed and share Faith to sail beyond imagined walls