Lightening blue eyes stoke the fire,spoke straight to the bodies, if not their heartsElectric hands stroke a warm, wet mire.Soft murmurs, sighs of ecstasy inspirea bite. Rough and animalistic. It burns, it smarts.Lightening blue eyes stoke the fire.Nails dig deeper...
Love Poems
Love Magician
"If you believe in magic I'm your man."
How I long to make her happy,with extra tender loving care,to be her love magician,to paint a smile from thin air. I'd conjure up the sweetest kiss,and then one hundred more,to make her feel alive and real,like she's never done before. A...
When Shall We Wake?
"Dedicated to my friend, Alan, and all those with a poetic heart"
When shall we wake? Shall we wait, wringing our hands,Until our last child smiles no more?Shall we wait until he’s gone to war? Shall we wait, with a self-righteous tear, as last he feels his mother's love,And ends his life in the streets of...
They Said To Me
"The moon isn't a harsh mistress; music is."
THEY SAID TO ME She said to me, “I am leaving you, so you can play music without guilt.”I looked at her, and then I went to play a concert. They said to me, “We are taking away your job; you can’t...
Deep in her heart!
"She knew he was hers..."
The moment she spotted him from across the roomGoose bumps rose on her arms.But why?What was it, the way he looked?His tanned muscular bodyWith blonde hairand piercing blue eyes.Or was it his smileAnd the way it brightened the entire room. No,...
Tell me,Am I to be compared to a flower On a summers Morn.Laid down in the softness of grassy banks,My petals, slowly unfoldAs your stalk, grows strong and demanding.Glimpses of each otherAcross inches of spaceAccompanied by a hint of desperation,And a...
I want to speak of passionand all of its untold edges, the barely tangible ones that touch like a summer mist,the ones that spring forth to take us in a furious storm.But to speak in such a waywhere all sings of intimacy and the...
Her lips wrap around the instrument giving lifeThe flow of the music from her flute is playingThe notes are like the air she needs to breatheHer finger tips softly caressing the keysThe melody it produce lingers in her skinThe same...
Ocean Waves
"From experience"
Ocean wavesBorn of the windSwelling in sizeTraveling hundreds, thousands of milesLiving for days, weeks, longerAt last casting upon a coastDissolving in spray against a rockOr painting a portrait upon sandTheir essence never goneIt will exist foreverBut in a changed formAs...