he fiddles with lobe
the wiggle subtler than door-stop's
where middle is at rest
for both
the rest of she lies still as pond
where ripples from lips will stretch
a smile
for both
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
my heart is filled;
brim-full.
but no, not heart
my mind is occupied;
taken, and joyfully so
previous passions replaced
by her.
i wonder
those mental maps replotted
how did they once serve?
May 8, 2012
May 8, 2012 at 4:20 PM UTC
I woke this day
greeted by sun:
warm, brilliant, present
ray lashed out from mighty orb,
travelling far to find my eye,
yet meek -
patient until paid more heed than dreams
but though the dawn was blonde,
and radiance brushed my skin,
still it paled
Apr 14, 2011
Apr 14, 2011 at 6:28 AM UTC
I'm a rider - I ride
The pedaling kind,
so it is sitting but not always chill.
Well, chill maybe, but that's just me -
that's how I ride.
I'm a sweater - I sweat
The perspiring way,
so I'm naturally cooling, not knitted.
I roll skin up top, not wool -
that's how I ride.
I'm a looker - I look
The inquisitive way,
so I'm soaking in views, not a stud.
I'm average and curly as a blur -
that's how I ride.
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 1:08 PM UTC
often tempted are my senses with memories tied
to sight, sound, smells
pleasant, lovely recollections twist me
sicken me from gut to mind
what was to be is shattered, broken
fragments still discernible as a whole
making the fractured dreams merely pain
sorrow sweetly sown unawares
back then
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 8:46 AM UTC