Let me be your Juliet, standing proud upon the balconyGolden hair a crown of fire as it’s kissed by the sunDistracting you, the sweetness of your adoration forgottenAs you gaze heavenwards, lust burning in your loinsYou came to woo me...
passion
It rolls in through windowsdoors and hearts left openIt roars through wallsknocking you flatWhich is it, a plusor a poison?Many have felt its pullWrapped in magic wingsBringing a light, a reasonTo finally sit up and liveAll seems brighterYour heart's weight...
Golden
"The shattering of hesitancy"
Warmsungolden,forgottenin winter's harsh bite.Through the falling snow's soft embracebeauty rests despite the gray storm seeping through the night.Warm liquid runs over her skinfrom deep under Earthsprings water,rushingitswaytowardher goldenbody to crash herfears, desires into one freeingnight of intense intimate passion that...
I work my way through the crowd,eyes locked on yoursneeding to get to you.Too many people,too much uncertainty,I can’t do this right now.One more step and I’m there,your face is all I see.I can relax now, standing here with you.As close...
Can I Trust You With My Heart ?
"Love and passion are everything you need"
Our love so pure and intense from the first dayOur passion grows stronger with every touch With this love fear creeps in and makes us ask Can I trust you with my heart ? The answer is always yes ... You can trust me...
I had always wanted to just say, "Fuck it!"; to pack a small bag, leave, and walk aimlessly down the side of the road in the hot sun, its powerful rays beating mercilessly against my back, or alternatively in the...
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...
Flayed to the Bone
"For Alan, whose passions were the word, the image, and the song."
To the bone, flayed through fleshand torn awayfrom the tendons and ligamentsof a tortured body.Moans of regret,mourning sensitivity,singular lossbefore the dawningof renewed passion.You have felt it beforeand wish for it no more;no more with the suffering, rejected and escaping,and waiting patientlyfor your destiny, writ...
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...
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...