Poetry Drafts / 13 March 2018

at the end of the rainbow, reality knocks the door (down)

making love my dear
your green eyes distracting me
making love my dear
with you is rather like
making ~~(up)~~ love
as I go along
a path unlit
between hedges
crossing fields at
dawn with badgers
making love my dear
to you is all I want
but telling stories is all that
I can do

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.