A gentle tease. Oh where shall I wander?
Upstairs? Downstairs? In my lady’s chamber?
Pictures within my mind take form, a game.
Hoping that she might be doing the same.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on March 14, 2016, in Quatrain and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. When daydreams dance, old bones are remembering.

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