Hot and Bothered

"I just may dust off one of my acoustic guitars, tune it up, and write a tune for this one."

Hot and bothered over you,Hot and bothered through and through,Hot and bothered 'til I'm blue,Hot and bothered over you. When I see you in the store,I long to be your whore,locked and collared on the floor,like your husband was before. Hot and...

That's between you and me,I whispered, smiling;But others can guessThat I find you beguiling.Your kindness and caring,So boundlessly expressed,Aren't likely to causeAny feelings repressed.I look here oftenTo see if there mightBe a note from youTo make my day bright.But when...

I heard your name inside a dream,it seemed to gently trace the seamsof everything I've ever kept inside,secrets you thought I once implied,but you don't know it all just yet,how my heart was left in debt.But I'll always be moving...

Vast as the ocean

"A very small poem about something very big"

When our hearts are apartWith an ocean betweenWhen our only connectionAre some words on a screenStill the love that we shareIs as deep as the seaAnd as vast as the oceanThat's between you and me

Your mind is gone and you can't breathe;you're so confused you start to seethe.Your head is fogged, your eyesight dim,you start to giggle on a whim.Now nothing seems to feel the same,you can't remember your own name.Your stomach heaves, your...

Always With You

"I wish I could unravel, the fabric in-between, and tear away the distance, to bring you close to me."

With every ephemeral glance within,I've wondered how to piece togetherevery molecule of your ceaseless beauty,how to imprint you into my very coreso the entirety of you can remain inside of me. I've tried to write what this means,describe the fluttering remnants that...

Good Ol Fashioned Love

"simpler times"

Tell me about the good old daysWhen promises were made and kept,And passion grew with every day, with every little touch.  When forever meant forever. When love was all you needed and wanted.Making love was slow and never rushed because of work...

What You Have Become

"Borne out of a painful break up. The loss of that first love has lingered for me."

 you are a shard of glass, cut betweenthe palms of my hands.cutting deep, and surginginto my veins.the bitter smell of blood... haunting my taste forreality. you are a scar, white,sensitive to the touch.pure as the sleeping child who stilldreams there are,...