It is all just broken shards of glass now.The colors that shone so brightly are dull and dead.The patterns had made such beautiful images, how I miss them.Each image was a promise of endless bright days and nights to come. Now it’s just a jumble of jagged lines.There is no one with me to hear, but I bravely speak.“I should pick them up, try to clean up the mess.” I try, but they cut me, and I bleed, and my heart cries out...

The man shades his eyes and squints ahead, trying to see through the glinting sunlight reflected off the rivers eddies and currents. His raft moves lazily through the brown slow waters, guided by his sure hands and arms that are pushing and pulling the pole in and out of the muddy river floor. A soft summertime symphony of insect and bird noises fills the air, while a thousand shades of green provide a visual backdrop. Th...

i ache for you beside me my reaching your touch my desire your submission my look your eyes my penis your vagina my heart aches your heart responds your touch heals my lips smile

The warm nighttime breezes moving across the dark waters of the South China Sea ruffle your hair a little as I come up behind you, and together we enjoy the smells and sounds of the island bay we are anchored in, while enjoying the closeness of each other even more. Just as I decide I should kiss you once for good luck I am surprised by the sounds of footsteps behind me on the deck, and the beauty of the scene turns to ho...

It’s midnight in a dark and silent parking lot, with a single car, mine, parked near the back edge. A second car, yours, enters slowly but purposefully and takes an adjoining position. You turn off your engine, and now there is silence. I open my door. You open your door. Your feet touch the ground, quietly. You glance towards me, but it's dark, nothing to be seen. You stride --not too fast, not too slow-- to the open doo...