place your hands
around my neck
until my heart beats
a hundred times
of nothing
and I'd still
adore you
the same way
you kiss me

There's something about dark mornings,
That make kissing so exquisite,
and how my hands reach for your curves,
Like you are air,
and my lungs are starved of it,
I can't wait to touch you,
Breathe life into your neck,
and watch your legs part,
Because you can't resist,
How much I love you
How much I need you,
Because you can't resist,
Being **Mine

It was such a long time ago
I was still  a young boy.
My father seemed permanent
hiding from me his fragile mortality.
I did not know we were so poor then.
Always feeling warm and safe near him.
The world was to become
more dangerous than usual.
Especially for blacks in the south.
Darkness hung from the sky
like spiders webs.
Noises that came in the dark
from bogymen and monsters in the closet
Kept my father from sleep that night
The white pointed hoods  of the
Klansmen on horseback passed by our home.
i felt the horses hooves vibrate.
I knew then he may not always have the power
to make the ghost go away.

I remember a few years later
in the jungles of Nam
Lay on my belly in the undergrowth
I heard each crackle of gunfire
the endless noise of the
nights jungle chatter.
My trigger finger on guard
sleepless and in absolute silence.
I learned then that my father’s lessons
were alive in me.
And that in such bad places
a boy needs his father with him.

The thought of his lips touching mine
The closed eyes
The heart beat
Being one
Two different soul

The thought of his hands on my waist
Tickling fun
Naughty words
Dancing night
Two opposite poles

The thought of him on top of me
Sweet pain
Silent moan
Sweating along
Two musical notes

The thought of night with him alone
Racing tides
Jumping nerves
Thousands of miles
Getting short

The thought of him not letting me go
Wistful thinking
Raining wishes
Decided by fate
Time is at stake....