Erotic Issue
Innermost
you rise over
these rolling hills
like the ecstasy
of morning, flushed pink
and wet with dew
you enter me . . .
a falling star
p l u n g e s
into the silence
of this dark river
Welcome to this archive of my published poetry, photography and art. Thank you for allowing me to share my creative passions with you, and for taking the time to visit. Please be kind, and do not copy any of the content on this site without permission and attribution. All rights reserved © Debbie Strange. I unfold my origami self / and swim into a lake of fire / washing my hair in ashes / the crane-legged words / of a thousand burning poems.
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