Clandestine

Clandestine

 

Clandestine

wishes

lost in time

-Like a boatload of riches.

 

Dreams,

 cheesy décor,

an angel’s wing;

 it's amore.

 

Maroon red

roses,

she silently crosses

the plane and lands on the bed.

 

Reviews

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

This is like an ode to Cleopatra or some such thing! You created a silk and spice mood here Inda!

[Inda]

He he, thanks. I was just rambling- I do that sometimes. Thanks again.

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

All my poems are akin to rambling :P