I'm done with the rain
it keeps whispering her name
every thumpy splash breaking
beading down this window,
I'm drenched in her fain
like the wind cries and the birds sing
as does the whizzing hum of a bee wing
muffs the mist off the white flowery vine
brings me around into the fruit of her smile
one of so many wordful days I felt as hers
nuzzled to her pink fuzzy sweater
the way her fluffy socks rubbed up my legs
as our eyes stare with pebble ripples
my nights a sweltering hell in this drought of her
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 9:25 AM UTC
In Our Rising Steam
we speak
in flirty languages
raising steam
sharpen tongues
taking playful stabs
raising steam
slapping hands
as to say stop it
flipping hair
in the rising steam
eyes flicker come-hither
touching words
raising steam
double entendres
hearts beating
loves songs
raising steam
your place in my space
lips slipping into a kiss
raising steam
fingers fight
button tight
wetting dreams
in our rising steam
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
I'm under this foggy you
driving blind
through a dessert desert
of mounting pleasures
the lace of your name
tightening my shoes
I can't escape
your pulling draw strings
roping us closer
to imminent sensual danger
our eminence to the kissing text
I'm feeling you now
stirring my desires
ensnared through your night
blowing my candle
to be your wish
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 10:34 AM UTC
two a.m. on a temperature chilling October morn
sitting in a Lovecraft silence of
beastly creatures
sleeping in the earth
under bed and basement
the earworms dig in
with Steven King ambitions
as my lids slit to stay awake
the draping Wes Craven curtains
part to my next dream sequence
falling into hell's revenge
the Clive Barker pains of
pinhead punishments
feel believingly real
though I'm dead to the world
in a Jordan Peele trance
stiff with only mental movements
at the wheel of a Detroit demon
flaming down the to slow
to get away pedestrians
who's evil doings have done me wrong
I'm alive in the thrill of the ****
to **** without remorse
with Anne Rice stirring arousal
seated shotgun
queening the dammed
the fallen the unbathedsouls
getting bathed in the endless
bloodbath of her draining rein
to empty their cold dying hearts
hopelessly trapped
in her dark minded chronicles
I found was the ending road
with no uturn from the limboed
feasting humanoids
in a Abraham "Bram" Stoker scenario
thirsty to **** the lifeliquid
from limbs and neck-vines
shockingly terrifying me
from my zombie like state
eyes wide open and breathing
in a pandemic like panic
darkened with the next dusking day.
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 4:04 PM UTC
you owe me, some slow times
a slow swaying dance,
slow moving hands,
a few slow easy mornings,
hugs in the slow to rise sunlight,
more soft slow burning kissing
a slow stroll through the roses
words slow to read
throught the tears, poetry
slow emotional love making,
without dought
slow to get home nights
and slow to leave the bed days
no worries though
you can pay me back
slowly of course
with all my interest
slow to never fade away
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
a love so much so much
still after time has had
some time to sew the scars
you know that scenario
in the movie alien
where the alien burst forth through
the poor soul's love cage
so much so much I love
I'm a wounded fish out of her water
striving to breathe her skin
but the sharp talons of reasoning
anchored by stubborn requirements
our concrete never cured without cracks
and when any interaction
is like a fist in the face
the tears can't be held back
the anger to strike out erupts
a reflect of psychological projection
to cope with the **** you
I'm dead inside
an you're to blame feelings
so so so much I loved
but our death star chance's
came to fruition
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 11:26 AM UTC
lies are mine to tell
truth is yours to find
my true heart
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 2:27 PM UTC
the kansas beauty
and the michigan poet
sung of cliche faces,
shallow eyes, blind smiles,
brutal words, hostile handshakes
and the cold realities
walking upon glass bridges
over quicksand seas
then driving in alive
rowing to isolations
hiding farm castles of
the abandoned kind
where they'd go
to keep their spirits high
tickling the strings
crying acoustic thunder
across the plowed fields
and the great lake filled dreams
the weight of broken beats
hollowed by the heart
heavy on somber sands
as they hug the spot light
in a folksy nowhere little town
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
join with me, in the empty streets
wide with ghost town syndrome
as my second mind unwinds in the indulgence
am I, the mannequin perfectly built comfortly undressed to the nines, no suit and tie to look my best
as I, scarecrow only the poor window shoppers
wishing for death, longer than they can hold their breath
from the oxygen that is evenly free
to maintain even a miserable life, struggling out a living
no parchment paper, no parsley on the side
buried in debt, interest rates don't durendal
in a breeze whilst on medical leave
the sickly, with deep linted pockets looking to the sky for the cough drops to fall, like feather can fly
is it nonsense, to feel no common ground empathy
under a blanket of cold, sleeping in
natures man made ditches, disfavored as filth
pity thee fool, who can't count the bodies piling up
like the floors of the newest
pristine skyscraper
named, I'll never be successful enough to pay my taxes
the good American floating billions "my money" in off shore bays
smiling with frugal achievements
because socialist skills, are not capitalist gains
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 9:49 AM UTC
turning her charms so slow.
he smiles,
in the wetness of his reward
cranking and cranking!
winding her in notch after notch
tormenting her to madness.
all her dreams melt into him
as his promised shards hit deep
****** after ******
his jagged edge cuts to bleed
her mind and body
leading her to a valley of darkness
bellows and cries
relentlessly in her crescent moon
the moans swelling
from the corners of her abyss
he stabs wildly
in the glare of her darkshine
leaving the streaks of fingerprints
across her window pane
devilishly in his detail of precision
distorting her pleasure in pain
the legs of her willingness spread wide
her Innocence weeps nectar
tears from the depths of her
obscene layers of unseen obsession
unfold the heated flower
of her awaken phoenix-fire
tightening the gaps of her resistances
enraging his beast to survival
forcing his fight for freedom
thrashing away
his ***** courage leading the way
she finally surrenders
to his death blows
in total disregard in retaliation
she strikes a venomous bite
to his throat and lips
her poisonous kiss
their last breath shares
perspiration's sweet scent of exhaustion
as their life force drains to one
from their lust of the battle
in their pursuit to win the war of passion
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 12:57 PM UTC