At What Cost? A Poem by Soulla Christodoulou

93 At what cost… I can hear the whispers on the breezeYour breath smells of whiskeyThe notes vibrate my soulYour love intense brings me to my knees I know you’re there even when you’re notYour touch has left imprints on my skinBruised passion marks, scratches deepI cannot deny as to how them I got Your […]