Letting Life Lead
What does it feel like to hear a love’s heart song.
Doki-doki like the cooing dove’s heart song?
To capture the tune and cradle it dearest
must make it tremble-rise an octave’s heart song.
How easy once in hand to crush and mangle;
to squeeze, to ruin the da-dum of heart song.
Such thrill in tempting misfortune with soul bared
to the sharp quills in a shrapnel-gloved heart song.
Oh, for the longing of moments to caress
under the poison bells of a foxglove’s heart song!
Turn to me I plead. Hereinabove, I beg.
Hear the flutter of your ladylove’s heart song.
The Literary (or Junk) Writings of Leslie Muzingo
Poetry, History, Mythology
Confessions of a White Trash Hoe
Learn to Live
Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry Journal
TinyPurpleMe: Part Two
Illustrated Short Stories
Essays and reviews on narrative in games and new media
My reflections of life in general.