Winter solstice poem

Self Interest


Awed by his own comb
the cock has fallen in love
with a rain puddle.


asha

27

The old yellow moon
caught in a jar of water
gone before morning

.......................................asha

erotica

We are sex we are animal we are touch and sensation we crush the flower fuck the sea we are waves colliding pulling apart rolling under ...................asha

Priestess

having found no suitable priestess
I have become my own
transforming and
transforming
myself

asha