Poems from Davywalks
Questioning my little love
The touch that lifts my fingerprints
Nails extend into a point
To grab towards a silent look
And fasten on the...
Maybe I wish I couldn’t sing
so I could choose to be a Queen,
Of a master’d trait I lack, and never knew to be a Jack
I’m staying west to...
Its swirls were intriguing
Salvation meant his heart was beating
His taste buds protruded the gum from his mouth
And lifted themselves to...
I have rotted in the ground
Beaten by the howler’s hounds
Galvanized another bound
And, I escaped it
I did look upon the sky
Laying there...