Darkness is bright, as she spreads her fleshly shadow, Like whispers in the evening, greeting ecstasy’s pillow. Eyes are childlike wishes, when her buttocks dare, Thrusting, so delicately, her message of glitter everywhere. She’s the challenge in front of...
What are the things most desired and fought for by more than just some? What aspires the thoughts and feelings that bind all hope and expectation in harmony? Like all men I yearn, waiting and anticipating the rare, most precious moment to come, When she w...
Your heart grows in Spring’s bleak night; Cringing somber whirlpools begin to coo, Like a bird to its mate in the evenlight, From his “beautiful brown eyes” that now woo, Down from your ceiling’s untouched bright. An empty living room in your life will lo...
Through white brick buildings, blisters the warm blowing air, Ravishing the deserts, where all my thoughts and feeling Polish and bellow against the sun’s sage ceiling, Whose wicked showers crackle the hillsides, bare. Like an Armada, with treasures float...
A pillow that comes so much alive, When grasped it soaks the meadows, deep, Whose evening’s dreams will always thrive On rushing currents, whose desires leap, Like thirsting sheep, whose tears won’t revive. Brush the cattails that weep in sorrow For fount...
Like the mountains’ majestic caress of the skies whose vales are an unforeseen, but sacred and eternal, whisper, I came so close to being so deep within you. While down your cheeks the aches stormed, but our touch weathered memories’ gales; each moment po...
Violets bloom in spring, they say; Girl, I knew no other way, I was shy and scared that day, Guess that’s why you strayed away. Little girl in black, walk on, Depressed, like me—the colors gone; A smile, so soft, I’d grown so fond, A frown, so cold, lik...
Flaming angels of spring weave a pastoral tapestryO’er the sleepless, meadowed minds,Entreating the burning softness of summer;Freedom, resurrected in its breath,When warmly winds lick the searching facesInhaled ‘neath the rapture of its tongue. Passion s...
Pearls of a winter’s day plash gently on open hands, Each snowflake a gem of melting opulence, Garnishing season’s moods with opalescent sheets. Purity celebrated in perpetual variety, With polished faces of ivory radiance; Their tender and alluring eyes...
Tawny breezes of autumn enchant maple glitter, Embellishing each leaf of platinum velvet; Whistling its ariose aphrodisia Where’er winces are efflorescent, ‘Till fall’s rains sweeten their florid fires, As my blood throbs ‘mid each downpour. Dropping in...
Nightingales of a summer’s evening descend upon twilight moments, With whispers of sombre starlight found In every cup of even dropped off their heels; Collecting in my dreams, its dew is a prayer, Like rain-kissed berries awaiting eager hands, Blessed by...
Why is it that Rodin’s masterpieces are still the idols of artistic awe Because his touch has become the prototype found in all beauty Like in the sculpted dance of a priceless angel Where we’re both inside her every movement Because her movements are lik...
If yesterday’s failures were relived again, I could go back to make each a success, Then there would be something to live for each day, When I’ve awakened the answer that slept with my pain. Autistic thoughts stole the past that it tore, And going back...
You walk by Swallowing the sky, Where it’s not at And neither am I. Lick my wounds Where overhang, The bloodless battle Whose victory rang. My thoughts I’ve squandered Where no one hears, Pain is so silent - Grant me your tears. Laugh at me Whilst I...
All of my sensualism is espoused To the drowning waters that swarm any soul, That soak in those pitiful splendors. Flourishing inside, the color that is me; While the garden’s evening flowers Bloom, without anyone to pick them. But descending from spr...
