Moriah LaChapell’s poem Her Perfume appeared here in February 2011.
Desert Dreamtime
By Moriah LaChapell
Lying
in a pink bed
I hear the call
of a desert owl
soft and low
on a blue velvet
evening.
in a pink bed
I hear the call
of a desert owl
soft and low
on a blue velvet
evening.
On such a night
dreams are sacred
and memories
remain lucid
long after
the years pass
and the walls
are painted white
when the brunette
beauty goes to college.
