He Gave Her a Book

He gave her a book and a feather to mark the pages. It was the story of his life… the book, too. Only once, the courage to approach the pain, broach the barriers to reveal his love in verse, her memories. He gave her a book though she never asked, her name was Eros, chapter one is a song. Important to him…to make her cry, she needs to know, to remember, so the healing can begin. It was raw and emotional, sweet with the bitter, angry and erotic, it was all there in stages and somewhere beneath the sultry sycamore and the charismatic sky, two lovers kissed too deep to die, the reason for “Roses On The Moon”, his reason why, but now, his muse is mist. For the contest by Mystic Rose Rose Notes; White Feather is my nom de plume, Roses On The Moon is the name of my book, Eros is the muse of love poetry, Eros scrambled is Rose.