Old poems and older poems. The art in here is far more recent - all illustration tiles were made between April 20, 2024 and May 12, 2024.
Some of these poems were published in a chapbook, Eleusinian Mysteries, in 1995, under the pen name Sarah Maddo...
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All I can commit to paper is your hair, the sweetness of your flesh and blood; I would rather capture inner beauty, not stare at the physical shadow of where you stood. Yet I am helpless. I only obsess on your perfect bosom, your catlike moves, the shadowy form that I long to caress, but surely your soul is what my soul loved? Our conversation was delightful, our love as well and if this fragility of feeling disproved its reality, nevertheless, it was in love that I fell. Your absence is something of which I'm all too aware - yet all I can commit to paper is your hair.
