la louve à la lune ǀ the wolf to the moon
Original works of poetry, fiction, creative non-fiction and essays by A. M. Wilsonne
I'll remember your adagio kisses on my forehead. How for the first time in my life I actually wanted to give,how I wanted to give to you. O to apprehend this desire within myself--that it exists after all,all of my thirty-odd years.The desire to give of my body--without shame or anxiety, without fear or disgust,without... Continue Reading →
She's a romantic She's a [day] dreamer Looks every eligible guy in the eye and becomes a believer That he sees her and might be the keeper To keep her, in the next chapter she's ever promised is the "happy end"-- or at least "a valuable life experience to have under one's belt". She talks the talk of... Continue Reading →
It's been 2 years since I let him go since my heart broke as I told him No that I wouldn't stay even just to sleep for the few more hours 'till the sun rose.. Dear Lord, doin' nothin' felt like all the things The way he waited made my knees weak The way we... Continue Reading →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I29LSQSUVeY The silhouette of the rolling Blue Ridge Mountains against the sky at twilight soothes her. Through her tinted windows, she tries to distinguish when the blue fades to light purple, to peach and to rose. When cool colors warm. She’d said yes to his invitation, yes to life together, yes to knowing one another,... Continue Reading →
la louve à la lune ǀ the wolf to the moon 