"The Love of Knight and King"
© Marie S. Crosswell 2009

Arthur, to his LancelotSome men are haunted by dreams, by those they have lost and those they yearn after ( Read more... )

Mi corazon esta roto para ti,
amor de mi alma. Lagrimas y sangre
verten de este abertura, y no hay un fin.
Puedo ser solo la mujer de tu vida;
sin ti, soy nada. Soy nada.

Por favor -- venga aqui por darme la muerte
o tu vida que es mi vida. No se como parar amandote.
Mi amor....
necesito un tacto, tu mano en mi cara:
el decision de mi destino.

5/10/09 ( Read more... )

Untitled ( Read more... )

Out of the Desert ( Read more... )

His eyes are blue, like the moon above me when I lie in the Galapagos ( Read more... )

I was feeling playful and hypothetical ( Read more... )

I don't actually expect to end up alone -- Melissa and I gotta pwn together -- but I was thinking tonight about what it'd be like if I did end up alone, without her. So I wrote this hypothetical poem ( Read more... )