The Chalice of Seduction The transient Ever travelling night A chalice of seduction Bathed in velvet delight Quiet shadow kisses The cold liquid sky Runs like a river Clouds splashed Through twisting deep blue Gossamer delusions And soft, soft dreams Remembered scents And beds of blossoms Echoes of laughter The wind rings the air with […]

via The Chalice of Seduction — Annie’s Poetry