A poem: Freesia girl

I am intoxicated with the saccharine mystery in your warm gaze, your sylph-like appearance- a misty dream haunting idyllic paths inexorably, I find myself in the same spot under the tree archway as much as I try to escape how sweet- sickeningly sweet- my suffering, the uncanny feeling of being hypnotised to return, to hauntContinue reading “A poem: Freesia girl”