I wouldn’t classify myself as a spiritual or religious person. I eventually became a Humanist after having been raised a Catholic. Being unfettered by superstitious dogma really opens one’s mind to the joys and wonder of living in a purely physical world. This doesn’t mean, however, that I can’t experience certain things in life that …
Tag Archive: poetry
Apr 12 2009
Silk
At night I travel alone on the Silk Road of your body. The scent of burnt musk fills my nostrils; my breath, a breeze, blowing through the dark. I trace my finger over your shoulder, trying to find my way in a familiar place. What I carry is without substance, yet worth its weight in …
I was born in England, spent
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