Angel’s wings cloak the pain within her

Clinging tightly to iron bars that only she can see

Escape is futile from the prison of her dreams

As only in the distance lies the secrets of her past


Skylarr ~ © 2019   Repost from my closed site

In Her Eyes


it is there

and only there

that I find my peace

my sins drift away

like so many ashes in the wind

for in her eyes

are my only hope

my last chance

may she never know

the pain I’ve felt

the life I’ve lived


Skylarr ~ © 2019     For My Daughter


use2 erotic

Strangers helpless to resist

a cosmic connection

No words were said as I

slipped off your dress

Tongues twisted

in a furious hunger

We devoured each other

body and soul

My hands teasing

your glistening perfection

 My lips work feverishly

 your breast and below

My fingers parting you…

Emerald eyes locked with mine

Nothing exist outside

this moment


Skylarr ~ © 2019

You know who you are… Thanks for sharing

I doubt it comes as any great shock to those few of you who either follow or read my words that I have not been ~ blogging ~ for long at all. I have been a writer and poet for many years but this is a new medium for me.

I am humbled by many of you out there as I read your work. Your mastery with words and images gives this old dog renewed hope that our’s is not a lost art. I have published on many sites, but what I have seen of late is different all together. In my writing, I subscribe to no rules of poetry or prose. I am very rough around the edges and am quite content with that. I simply want a canvas upon to bleed. I care little about the scene of the crime. Those of you I follow and comment on are artist of another level in so far that you combine a mastery of words with a polished presentation.

Thank you for sharing your talent. We are all better to have experienced it…