Things come up
in conversations.
Things that make
you giggle.
Things that tax
your patience.
Things that make
you wiggle.
Words you used
in jest, so small,
Words can change
to wrecking *****
Choose your words
with care.
Words can travel
anywhere.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
Never have I wanted more
to feel the simmer
of a lady's limbs.
Never have I longed so deep
to feel the kisses
that float on her lips,
like a mass of delicate whips.
Never have I felt such treat
as in the feel
of a woman's curves,
or encountered such excitement sweet
as in her soothing, searing heat.
Never have my senses reeled
so tortured, torn,
and so chaotic;
nor have I ever known, or borne,
pleasures so hypnotic
as those the ladies wield.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC
over the green hill
behind the cold pond
where they found
an old man's body
the local people
came from town to look.
the young kids
smelled the acrid air
and hugged their
mothers' necks,
as they swung
their naked arms
repeatedly,
at young flies.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
We dined in starlight
on the dark side of the Moon;
with rich white cloths
and fine silver spoons.
The silent ghosts
of our former lives
danced like newborn moths
above our knives.
And the stars wore white mink stoles.
We shivered in the air.
It chilled our veins.
We chatted over old dreams,
still warm in our brains.
The planets quivered
in the arctic air of space.
I studied your smile,
your laugh, your face.
All the ice-cold breezes
swept away your sighs.
All the bone-chilling winds
gave freedom to our lies.
We dined in starlight
on the dark side of the Moon.
And the stars wore white mink stoles.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
Our four sable eyes, fat with sleep,
from vivid dreams that made them weep,
slowly rose to life newborn
to a silent summer morn.
Our four arms stirred from the core,
like driftwood on the shore.
The night had slumped away.
It's black, foreboding form of play
had left us drawn-
slack, and unprepared for dawn.
But there was life yet in our bones.
Hope. Desire. Will.
We had not yet died,
though still.
And we had not yet
given Death our parts,
to work with
in his rigid arts.
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
Bound by ties of deep compassion,
our arms in closest clamor touched.
Honesty and candor
sparkled in our bones,
like bits of marble.
Polished stones.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
summer days.
carousels.
cotton candy schools.
bad kids in bathing suits
******* in the pools.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 7:49 PM UTC
The slow pace of a warm day.
The long and peaceful yawns.
The sweet noise of kids at play.
The mowing of summer lawns.
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 11:17 AM UTC
don't
say
the words.
don't.
just go.
I can handle
my own
annihilation.
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 9:01 AM UTC
After the night sounds
die away
After the owl flies,
the day
After the lovers'
moonlit feast,
After the beauty,
the beast.
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 10:07 AM UTC