by Linda Cole
They blew in on a Spanish wind
His gypsie dark eyes
staring at her soul
As he slips inside her,
he makes her whole
The cold of the world seeps through their veins
She breathes his name
As two broken spirits,
damaged and lost
They see through each others eyes
As their lovemaking numbs the pain
For a life spent digging graves in the pouring rain.
About Linda Cole:
As a teenager Linda won many local prizes for poetry. This fueled her love of
poetry, resulting in a bottom draw filled with weird and wonderful poems.
She has an A level in English literature and is currently studying journalism.
Linda is also working as a Freelance Writer.
Please visit Linda's site at http://www.myspace.com/saxonbabysweet
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