Every once in awhile someone comes along.Without reason, without purpose. Every once in awhile someone comes along.They heal you.They mend you.They pull you up. Every once in awhile someone comes along.They make you love.They make you breathe.They make you live. Every once in...
poem
"What was it like?" We set the desert ablaze, I whisper to her now and squeeze her delicate hand, the rest of me seems to betrembling from within, yet I remain calm. I have to. Time was at a sudden standstill, universe contracted to a pinpoint, our breaths became...
Your kiss never once strayed from these lips, I still taste that night. The moonlit glade we met in, spring air laced in thick dew,the only other taste more heavenly is the sweetness soon to be licked. Your breath becomes a muted gasp,mine groaned in a...
"Slowly," she whisperedNot expecting any reprise,"Slowly," he utteredHis immediate reply. Neither touching the otherAs if countries in a cold war,Yet so close they feel their heat,Luring them closer, desparate to explore. So gradual, they see their pulses,The beat frequencies increaseThey move toward...
Maybe I should hold back if mystery makes you want more, before you mistake this intensity for an animal far too dark. Maybe I should hold back if this push and pull makes you crave more, but you may assume my shyness is some missing link in...
What is passion to youLove between husband and wifeTheir first lover's embraceA date they had to start this life.What is passion to meWalking hand and handDreaming of tomorrowKnowing it will be so grandWhat is passion to youNewborn that brings much...
Afterglows
"Reworking of an old one..."
Moonlight filtering in through curtains,to paint tangles of us spilled together,the sways of your body humming in the afterglow.I can barely move during the stuttering frames,frail limbs and muscles collapsed near you,unable to leave with the cold knowledge that desire can...
This isn't the last poem that I wrote for you.Perhaps those words should stay caged.a cipher sewn close to my core,there were lines about that,being faithful tethered antipodes,and how I can still be loved but you gave to let go.How you can...
Don’t call it a breakup;call it a truce that isn’t holding.Those aren’t words of regret I hear, they’re just more lies I’m done decoding.That isn’t an exit, it’s just a racing sprint for the far horizonand that’s not a farewell...
In a rush of lust, we race to your room.Our bodies sweating in the late afternoon.Your bed kingsized, for two fine queens.Your eyes of hunger, two lust filled beams.Our clothes lay tangled on the carpet floor,Our bodies pressed tight, hungry...