Bluecusp Creative


To hang from a tree by the light of an August moon As the sturgeon flow gracefully upwards to spawn in a river of love… © Bluecusp Creative 2019 – All rights reserved.

It’s when what you need And I do not have, don’t match Then it’s time for love… © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

Your side of our bed aches To feel the ease with which Your long curves slip between the sheets Your pillow bereft of your breath No longer sighs under the weight Of your head as your cheeks Caress its feathered down The fetid air yearns to be disrupted by your scent As you gracefully turn over Reaching toward me As the early morning light Seeps through the shuttered window. ©Bluecusp Creative 2017… Read More