"5am musings"
Touch me.Please My chest is heavyMy throat clogged by something invisibleThe oxygen around me feels thinOr nonexistentI can't breathe Hold mePlease My skin has forgotten the feelingOf others' handsMy body has forgotten the feelingOf others' fingersMy soul has forgotten the feelingOf flying with another'sLosing...
In the Apollonianand Dionysian abodesI hear nuancesthat are never impliedhow be they insipidto the empty eye Then my fingers disintegrateinto its silent voicesand I find Being the sanctuarywhere the wave of a wingis so very fertilein its demonic syncopation Like the harmony...
On days like today,When gifts are given,And joy is bestowed.Your presence in my heart and mind,Finds even greater securityYour presenceslowly fillingthe hole insideStrengthening the brittle shellWith life and passionYet stirs my lustThat burns from deepRampant desireCharges as lightning boltsFlash across...
Do you miss me? You ask.Do I miss you?Without you I’m coffee without cream, A rose with no scent, A pen without ink.Without youI’ve an ache in my chestThat won’t go away, A craving I can’t satisfy, An itch I can’t scratch.And as time goes onThere’re...
Sitting here in the afternoon sunMy thoughts travel across the globeThey find another warm placeWhere the birds singFor they roam virus-free I am trapped in my placeLockdown rulesAll I can think ofIs reaching youBeing with youMy hands paintingintricate pictures on your...
The night air is thick with your memory,time tugs at the folds of life' s robe,your words remain in some part of my mind,and I remember our brief hours of joy.We searched different paths,that's all.Perhaps you will also remember our...
Young women…yes, we were! Our love knew no milesWe loved to make contact dailyFor a kiss, cuddle and smiles Every day I looked at your profileMy love for you was strongI expected one day to get engagedAnd now know that was oh!…so...
"Oral cornucopia delivers ecstasy."
so suppleyet so omnipotentdoesn’t it scare youmouth wide openperked and readynostrils juicingwith hazy changesas I live throughthe sparkling seasonsof wintry lividsthrough crude crimsonsto pleasant purplesbaking on the tipwhere I am dyingin the oyster darknesswhose stem is the sourceof a river...
