Geraldine Matus
Geraldine writes to save her sanity and sense of humour, and loves the joy of words being born through the imagination's eye.
POEMS
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The altar of our bodies' union lay bare but for its snowy cloth gathering dust from beams of sunlight, heaven sent. Predator and prey, we circled its perimeter, neither daring to leave the other's gaze or be the first to lay down upon the altar sacrifice righteousness and power to the imagination of lover's play. |