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...
poem
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...
Your eyes search me out,a lamp against the night,a soul always glittering,reaching out for mine.For a heart ravished and secluded withpassing forbidden knowledge between bodies,speaking through fiction in the myths that existbetween what stays on skin like permanent ink....Perhaps this...
An ode to Passion
"A bit of rhyming fun inspired by the "Passion" poetry comp, if not in the same league as those poets"
“P” is for “pounding” – your pussy can take it; let’s face it, it happens every time that we’re naked!“A” is for “anal” – don’t pout dear, it’s fun; now please stay still whilst I KY your bum!“S” is for “sucking” –...
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...
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...
Just the taste of your skin, like steam rising from a raging river,it's a heart helplessly on fire,the sound of a star roaring through a still night sky.Whatever passes through here,I can promise this,you have woven all seasons into me.Your delicate fingers once...
Whatever guided you and I first seemed to be simple chemistry, tiny atoms immediate and forever, seizing one upon one another. Our secrets helplessly spilled, not every one of them at first, we were too careful then at what we could relinquish even though we wished to just give...
The Venetian Map
""...for she had eyes and chose me." ~ William Shakespeare"
You'll sail through my blood, the first time I've ever been so entirely consumed, an exotic element to you as you pulled me away from monsters As if the telling of those tales spilled war's memory from me. There will be no solidarity to me, love, no origin...
